Lately the boys have tried to go on strike. They don’t want to go swimming. It’s 103 out there, and my boys don’t want to go swimming. That is unacceptable in my household or, more to the point, in my parents’ household. If I go swimming, they have to too because I’m not watching them.
Luckily now that my mom is a grandmother and closer to the end, she believes in bribery. “Who wants a popsicle? Ok, well, let’s get in our swimsuits so they don’t drip on our pirate clothes. Ok, let’s go outside and put our feet in the pool while we eat. Won’t that be fun?”
Yeah, I know. It’s were I get my evil genius from. Ok, my dad can be pretty evil too.
Grandma, Sean, and Evan sat on the edge of the pool eating Popsicles with their feet resting on the first step. It didn’t take long before both boys were sitting on the top step, enjoying their popsicles. Eventually Evan finished his and was playing in the pool with me. Papi teased Sean trying to nab a bite of Popsicle like a walrus trying to get a piece of fish from a trainer. (Hmm, that was quite an applicable description. Not to self: must tell Mom.)
Fearing for the safety of his Popsicle, Sean hid it behind his back. Being an evil genius himself, it dawned on Sean that he could just hide it in the water. He popped it out of the water to wave it in Papi’s face. Sean was shocked to find the Popsicle had shrunk. Papi and I laughed.
Sean laughed with us and stuck the Popsicle back into the water. He pulled it out to wave it at Papi.
We became distracted by Evan running and jumping into the pool. We looked back to see Sean had hid his Popsicle under the water again.
He pulled it out and went to take a bite. His eyes grew big as he looked at just a stick. He looked at us with his eyes saying, WTF, Mommy? Where’d it go?
If we wanted to risk drowning, we would have been rolling with laughter. Instead, Papi and I held on to the sides of the pool, wiping our tears away.