What About Bob?

The weekend our neighborhood pool opened, we suited up the kids, slathered them with sunscreen, packed up the van, and drove ten minutes from the house for a dip in the pool. Upon arriving I immediately noticed the foreboding absence of children in the baby pool. At the gate, the guards had put up a sign indicating the baby pool was closed for the next four hours due to an unfortunate vomiting episode. As Baby Wingnut was not yet fully or even partially potty trained at the time, he would not be allowed in the family pool, leaving us with only one option: pack it up and head home. The children were all wonderful about having to leave, even Baby Wingnut cheerfully complied (they really are great kids). We made it up to them by taking the whole crew to Rita's for Italian Ices.

On the drive, Baby Wingnut began questioning what had happened at the pool. It was very important to him to know who had thrown up in the pool and he would not let the subject drop until I had finally given the kid a name. Trust me, Baby Wingnut was completely satisfied "Baby Bob" was the name of the sick child and he pretty much let the subject drop once he had a name.

This afternoon while we were driving from one activity to the next the subject of "Baby Bob" came up again. Only this time Baby Wingnut filled in all the details. Poor "Baby Bob" is three years old and apparently very cute. He is also Baby Wingnut's best friend AND big brother. We were practically rolling on the floor laughing at his fabrication. This kid has quite an imagination.