With a swimming pool comes great responsibility. As I type this, there are 6 kids in the pool. Only one of them lives here. The more time they spend in the pool, the more time I need to be outside on the porch. I am a terrible swimmer and have gone two years without even putting on a bathing suit, but I have to be the combination lifeguard, peacekeeper, referee, towel police, and monitor of four-letter-words.
The Street Urchins and Little Brother were surprised today when I informed them that baseballs are not pool toys.
It’s going to take something stronger than a caramel latte to get me through these summer days.
