Took the kids to the pool. On the way home:
Quincy: I want a lolly bar! (x100)
Me: We don’t have any. I don’t even know what that is.
Quincy: I want a lolly bar!
Rex: What’s a lolly bar?
Me: There’s no such thing. Like a uni-pop. They don’t exist.
Quincy: I want a uni-pop!
She also wanted a “tri-clone”. That’s when I stopped amusing myself by tempting her with imaginary snacks because Rex threw her Go Dog Go book into the back seats and she screamed for the remainder of the drive home.
Half an hour a week of swimming with my kids is like four hours of regular time.
We just got this so she could float around without me having to hold her and consequently get kicked in the balls whenever she gets excited. She calls it her “crab suit”: