Dip

When we were little, one of our favorite summer things was when our Dad would take us for a "dip" after dinner. Too young to go on our own, I remember the sheer joy associated with an evening swim. The other day Liv had her own evening swim - and while our little pool is no Orchard Brook, it does the job nicely for a 3 yr old. A 3 yr old who just loves to throw towels in the water. At least she redeemed herself by claiming she was cold, and that it was her blanket. She then proceeded to "sleep" - although it doesn't take a seasoned detective to catch on that this was fake, squeeze-your-eyes-closed-try-not-to-laugh sleep.