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I just clipped the Grand Avenue cartoon in today’s other paper. It shows two kids talking to each other in the pool while their grandmother sits in a lounge chair.
“Why is it that adults don’t swim when they go to a pool?”
“Come to think of it, why don’t they swing when they go to a playground or climb trees when they go to a park?”
“So much for getting older and wiser.”
“Remind me never to act my age.”
Just last night, I was accused of not acting my age. Now I realize what a compliment that was. Celeste, Jordan and I had gone to see Monster House, then ran over to Walmart afterward to get cat food. As we were crossing the parking lot, the two of them were slightly ahead of me with a perfectly placed puddle in between.
I couldn’t resist.
When my big feet splatted down in that puddle, water went everywhere. (heh heh)
They complained at first, of course, but then the three of us hit every other puddle there was.
