He's already as tall as I am. And he has a deeper voice. So it's kinda anti-climactic.
At the last minute Jonathan decides he would like a swimming party. With a car-full of kids we head to the pool.
Bathing Beauties
Mary brought her friend Emma for company.
Birthday Boy
Marco Polo!
Just like when I was a kid.
Disturbing Man
The appearance of a street person was a fly in the ointment.
The fellow rattled at the fence like it was a jail cell, insisting we were "old friends"...
Of course the kids were frightened.
You scream
I scream
We all scream
For ice cream
The kids are exhausted. Three hours in the water without a break.
Random:
- Emma: "I'm going to be an aunt next month." Girls giggle in the back seat. "I put my hand on her tummy and felt a kick. You forget that it's alive before it's born." Long silence, then girl giggles again.
- Me: "Emma, is your father re-roofing your house?" Emma: "We all work up on the roof."
- All the lifeguards are perfectly flat-chested 16 year old girls, serious and professional
- Helium balloons flew past high in the sky. 15 minutes later, another batch drift by.
- A homely young mother splashing with her children was beautiful
- Jonathan: "How does anyone ever win at Marco Polo?" Me: "You have to cheat. Everyone cheats."
- Looking at Jonathan, I'm looking at 13 year old me, hanging at the pool
- An old man, swimming laps, rests long and listens to the boys' banter
- I'm gonna swim every day; it felt so good
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