Last night after church, I told Kaela and Ben we could take a night swim. I wouldn't even post this part, because those of you who grew up with me won't be a bit surprised--but those of you who live around here will probably hear it from my ecstatic children anyway, so here's the context.
When I got home from dinner last night, Eric had already bathed Kaela and Ben and they were ready to go to bed. The idea of getting all wet in bathing suits, hanging out suits, toweling down kids in the middle of the night, etc. seemed like a step backward from where we wanted to be. SO, I told them it's fine if we swam for a few minutes, since I promised, but they had to skinny dip. Sorry. Is that a bad Mom thing to admit?
They were THRILLED. The water was as warm as bath water. The moon was full, so I could keep an eye on them, but we swam silently since our neighbors were sleeping...and they wiggled all over like puppies with the contained joy. City kids. :-)
After about 20 minutes, they were ready to get out of the pool.
I don't know if they'll EVER be ready to stop talking about their jaybird dips.
Important sidenote: The maximum legal age for indecent exposure in a neighborhood pool is 30. I'm too old to participate.
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