fricking pool

I almost forgot about this, so I’m posting in retrospect.

While we were in Florida, Josh was obsessed with swimming at the pool. We went everyday on Marco. When we were at the beach, Josh would eventually ask to go to the pool.

We arrived in Orlando in the early evening and, to get the kids to stretch their legs after a 4-hour car ride, we took a tour of the hotel pool (with a water slide!). Big mistake. After that, Josh’s one-track mind kept asking to go to the pool. Even while we were at the Magic Kingdom the next day, Josh continually obsessed about the pool.

Finally, I was SO exasperated by being asked to go to the pool, that I said to Josh, “We will go to the pool after dinner, Josh. Please stop asking me." and then I muttered under my breath,  "I shouldn’t have taken you to see the fricking pool last night!”. Of course, that didn’t really stop him from asking. And I was so glad when we finally went to the pool after dinner and I was spared the question for the remainder of the night.

The next morning, when Josh woke up, he came up to me and asked, “Mommy, can we go to the fricking pool today?”.