Thursday, May 24, 2012

The Water Is Cold But Soup Is Hot

Today it felt like summertime in Baltimore.  Our pool is open, so I asked Conor if he wanted to swim tonight.  He said yes, jumped into the clear, blue water, and then quickly leapt out.

Guess it's still a wee bit chilly in there.  So he reclined on the hard-but-warm cement to take the chill out of his bones.

"Want Mommy to swim with Conor!" he asked.

"Nah, it's too chilly for me, C," I replied.  I don't get in the pool until August and only then if it's over 100 degrees outside.  I hate the water as much as Conor loves it.

"Want to make Kalihari soup!" he declared emphatically, staring at me.

"Who's Kalihari?"

"A girl at school," he replied in a quiet voice.

"So do you want to talk to me about being mad that I won't get into the pool," I said, "or do you want to keep yelling about Kalihari?"

"Want to make Kalihari soup!" he repeated, this time a little more vehemently.

Yeah, that's what I figured.

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