Water World

I knew that I had loved my kiddie pools when I was a wee lad, and I suspected that Annalee would feel the same way. She does. I did not know how challenging blowing up the pool I got at the sports supply store tonight would be. I'm not completely sure if it was less-than-world-class valves or less-than-world-class wind on the part of yours truly. It was less that my lungs tired, really, than the way my cheeks felt, which was stretched beyond reason. Annalee tried several times to come help me blow on the valve, blowing in the air a few inches away from where Daddy was straining. That alone made my fifteen minutes of "work" worth it. That she was enraptured by her new "baby pool," as she called it, and screamed when pulled from the water 30 minutes after I put her in made the trip to the store and the set-up seem like something out of a fairy tale. We will return to her new watery glen tomorrow.