The Fourth of July brings with it certain expectations. Hot dogs. Beer. Flags. Incendiary devices. And pools. Miles may be a bit young to partake (or recognize the significance) of most of these things, but I did decide to introduce him to one of them today.
I’m talking, of course, about the hot dogs.
Unfortunately, I was overruled, and we decided to settle on pool time instead.
As with most new experiences, Miles largely took his return to floating in fluids in stride, only choosing to emote when prompted to do the backstroke.
He stayed in the pool for nearly 30 minutes, during that time neither splishing nor splashing despite his adoration for Bobby Darin’s timeless hit. Does Miles enjoy being in the pool? Difficult to say, although it will be interesting to see how he takes to the ocean next week.