Yesterday morning as Nicholas stared out at the pond, he wondered aloud why the geese liked the water. And, as usual, I fumbled for an acceptable answer.
"Maybe we can go on the water," he mused.
"You mean like swimming?" I asked.
"Ew! No, mommy! That water is dis-gusting!" That's his new favorite adjective. "No, in winter. Like on ice skates."
"We don't have any ice skates," I countered.
"Well, we could get some."
"You'll have to ask your daddy. He's head of the ice skate purchasing department."
Pause.
"Aw, don't worry about him, Mommy. You're the first boss."
Right you are, Nicholas. Right you are.
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