At some point during this morning’s swimming, I needed to leave the pool area. As I moved toward the gate, I got the children’s attention and told them, “I’m going to the ladies’ room. Don’t drown while I’m gone.”
Holding my gaze with a serious expression, my ten-year-old daughter solemnly intoned, “We can’t promise anything.” It was so exquisitely Wednesday Addams that I almost wept.
“Of course, dear,” I replied with a proud smile and tottered off as rapidly as my tightly wound beach towel would permit.