So, we bit the bullet and joined a local swimming pool. Our friends have been saying for years that we needed to join, but for one reason and another and another and another, including the price, we just haven't. This year, they have waived the joining fee (a huge chunk of change) lowering it to the "barely affordable" range.
Well, the pool is beautiful, the kids are having a blast so far. They also have a baby pool that is shaded which the babies love equally as much as the big kids love the big pool (including King, who spent an hour or more goofing around with another dad doing silly jumps off the diving board).
So, all day today, #4 wants to go to the pool and swim in the baby pool. Only he isn't calling it baby pool.
"What is that you are saying?"
"ktpool."
"Huh, Tadpole?"
"ktpool."
" Tide pool?"
"NO, Mamma! Cat. Pool!!!!!"
"Catpool?"
"Yes!" he said with much relief.
Catpool? Cat pool. Oh, no, he didn't. Yes, he must have thought we were calling it a kitty pool.
Kiddy pool to a 2 year old must translate to kitty pool. What a hoot! That child gives me more laughs. I wonder, does it occur to him that there are no cats around? Well, maybe one. One very cool kiddy!
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ew. brings to mind a very dirty sandbox i once played in. i always thought it was a kitty pool, too. it's cute that he was being so grown up & using "cat" and not "kitty". what a charachter that one is!!
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