This afternoon Grandma was in town. They all went over to the pond while I finished up some stuff and I joined them later. Corwin had to be dragged over. He wanted to stay and play on the computer, and when he couldn’t do that he wanted to watch TV. When it was announced that there’d no TV either he switched to wanting to play in the basement. Normally there’s no convincing Corwin to play down there but on a lazy summer afternoon he was desparate for a haven from the cruel outdoors. But Mom pervailed and off they went.
By the time I got there Charles had already been in and out of the water and was just siitting in the stroller with sodden shorts and a maximally wet diaper. He had a toy airplane, though, so it was OK. Corwin was still in the pond, splashing about. It was a beautiful day, about 80° and a bright blue sky with just a few puffy clouds drifting by.
After a while another group of kids arrived, a gang of girls and a dad heading out for a swim. I made Corwin say hi to Amelia and Zena but he didn’t really interact much with them and shortly after they arrived Corwin announced that he was ready to go. Charles didn’t care because the stroller would work at home as well as it did next to the pond. I tried to get Corwin to pick up his various accoutrements but he told me “I don’t feel up for carrying things today”. I took pity on him since Mom had forced him out of his nice, safe house and in to the wilds and carried his goggles back for him.