Waterlogged

Temps around 90 again today, so a fine day to head to Bunker Beach. I took John to the wave pool twice, and again, strangers marvelled at how at home John is in the water. From his size, maybe they think he's younger than he is, too. We were there for a couple hours, maybe a little longer.

This morning, John was in a playful mood, and he wanted to have a pillow fight. He grabbed a couch pillow, said "Man the cannon!" and threw it at me. Man the cannon?! Where did he hear that?

On Saturday, when we were at the lake, it was quite busy. I went and stood at the water's edge while John and Hanna splashed around. While standing there, a little girl, barely a toddler if that, came and splashed around in front of me, at my feet. Hanna saw that and came right over and asked "Is she yours?" I said no, and she said "You're my daddy!"

Now, she said it in a playful mood, not all tense or anything like that. But, that instant thought to get some reassurance that she belonged to our family, and that I wasn't out shopping for other kids, is a reminder of some of the typical things our kids carry with them. For those of you who have had your kids since birth, how many times has something like this happened? I'm guessing a number close to zero.