The girls get to swim in our kid's pool...a rather big one, in my opinion...almost every day. They splash around, get out, run to their slide or tire swing, and then run back to splash some more.
Even on the days where it's hot outside...the water is still cold. Take note of the blue lips. Though I HAVE carried out buckets of hot water to help it warm up a bit.
But apparently my letting them swim on a daily basis...and toting heavy bucket after bucket out of the house... isn't as cool as running through the drip drip drip of a rainstorm. Like daddy...
This afternoon, Charis and I are sitting on the porch. It's raining softly.
"Mommy, can we go out in the rain? Last time it rained really hard and Daddy let us go out in it." She pauses to let that sink in before going on. "...without our shoes on!" She looks up at me. "Can we go out now? It's not even raining that hard anymore."
The last part must be read with the attitude of someone who is addressing a slower thinker. Kind of like, "Okay, Mom. It's only barely raining. See? You can do it, just say yes. Be cool like Dad. You know you want to."
HOURS later:
I was sitting at the desk, when I heard Jet asking Charis about the cookies on the counter. "Did you guys bake these for me?"
Charis, with annoyance in her voice said, "No! We didn't bake them OR put them in the oven. This is a TRUE story."
I can almost see her arms crossed as she looked defiantly at her daddy. Not because she's mad at him, but because she wanted Super Cool Daddy to fix Mommy's obvious error in judgement and obnoxious withholding of love.
How mean of me to let them stay up late last night to make them. But then refuse them the joy of using the hot hot oven today. Mean, mean Mommy. :)
Oh, the love of a daughter for her daddy. What in the world will I do when I have four little girls running around after Daddy chanting One Who Does No Wrong.
*laughing* Who am I kidding?! I LOVE that they adore him so. ...but for my sake, Jet? Can you try and not be so cool?
