Walking through the door after a long day of work:
Isabella (she’s 5): Daddy, can we get in the pool?
Me: Honey, I just got home.
Iz (flashing her big grin): It’s refreshing!!
Me: I know. Can I please have a minute to myself?
Iz (blinking three times): It’s relaxing!
Me: Maybe. Give me a second. Please!
Iz (combining the two…): It’s re’vigort’ating…. I don’t know that word.
Me: Come on, Honey! I need some time.
The badgering continues off and on for about forty five minutes. When finally…
Iz: Can we get in the pool now?
As I’m sure you have predicted:
Me: Get you bathing suits on.
We eventually jump in, holding hands with Daddy in the middle. Then youngest to oldest. Then baby in the middle.
Check me on this:
Refreshingness: Well, the water had a slight chill, but it was a 90+ degree day. Check.
Relaxation: Hmm, splashing and swimming around. Oddly, exercise can be relaxing. News to me. Check.
Reinvigorating: Oh, I get it. Not just physical, but psychological, too. Check, and Mate.
I hate to be outplayed by a five-year-old. But it’s not the first time that’s happened. Today.