Tucson has been flirting with 90 degree weather. (Fahrenheit, for those visiting from outside the States.) But as we are in spring in the high desert, at night, we drop 30 degrees. Which means the pool we have is about 60 some degrees.
But it looks so inviting in the 90 degree heat.
Sunday the boys begged and begged and begged to go swimming. I finally relented, thinking, “What the hell?” I mean, if they’re too cold, they’ll jump out.
So the boys strip to their underwear because looking for their swim trunks from last year was just to difficult.
Tornado A took a running start and jumped into the deep end, screaming, “This Is SPARTA!”
As the nerd I am (nerd for ancient history, nerd for comic books, nerd for comic book action movies), I was quite proud. It fit. A scrawny nearly naked boy jumping into freezing water to test his mettle.
Wait a minute. Where did he learn that?