We went to the pool on Monday.
Lil Diva didn’t even make it to the car, already sagging in the stroller.
I put her into bed once we arrived home and walked downstairs to find The Tackler sitting at our indoor picnic table, his head laid on the top.
“Are you hungry, Sweetie? Would you like some watermelon?”
Anxious to finally write yesterday’s blog, I left him with a container full of watermelon and went into my office to write.
Fifteen minutes later I hear, “Mommy, I ate it all.”
I hurried into the kitchen and found a pile of about eight rinds, most clean. I grabbed a knife and removed what small bits were still edible.
He ate some more.
Finally, he announced he was full.
Four hours later….
We had to make-up a swim lesson so it was back to the gym’s pool again. We always changed in the family restroom to ensure maximum bladder evacuation before entering the pool.
It’s just safer that way.
Only this time, he just kept going.. and going.. and going. Rather like the “Evacuation Complete” scene from the original Austin Powers.
“Wow, Mommy. There’s a lot of pee-pee coming out,” he said, the stream continuing, as I wondered how someone so small could hold so much.
At least I didn’t have to worry about dehydration.
* * *
I was in the kitchen, doing… something, when I heard Lil Diva say:
“What?” I asked, used to having my immediate attention demanded.
She sat on the couch with CG, reading a Monsters Inc book.
“Mommy!” she said again, stabbing the page with her finger.
CG looked up and smiled. “She thinks Celia is you.”
Oh. Great. My doppelganger has snakes for hair, one eye, and tentacles for appendages.
I’m so hawt.
* * *
The Tackler said to CG/Daddy out of nowhere:
“If I had a shrink ray I could shrink you and put you in my mouth. Then you could explore.”
CG assures me it was so he could examine the interior of The Tackler’s mouth, not be eaten.
What do you think?