So there it was.
Clearly visible even at 75 mph.
And the inevitable question came from the backseat.
Zachary: "Can we go there sometime?"
Me: "Well, I don't know. We'll see. Probably. We'll just have to think about it.... You know, it doesn't even open until summertime."
Zachary: "You're just saying that because you don't want to go."
You've got that right.
There is nothing in me, and I mean nothing, that wants to traipse around a hot waterpark all day long in a swimsuit. And even less do I want to swim in a sea of bodily fluid commonly referred to as "pool water".
Perhaps daddy would like to take them.
Me? I'd rather spend my summer with these 2 characters in the backyard kiddy pool.
At least they don't care how much cottage cheese I wear on my thighs.