We went to the pool today. I had enough energy to do two things, which is a lot. Charlie, who is afraid of the shower, spent an hour directly under the spray nozzles getting drenched.
Felix showed off his head dunking, bubble blowing and dog paddling. The bike riding continues to be a success, and he now has permission to ride down the block alone. I rarely worry about my oldest; he’s cautious, thoughtful and always observant:
“Why do they call it a milk shake? It’s already made, it should be a milk shook.”