Dad's Fantasy Football draft was Friday night, and Big Kid received a sleepover invite, so Mom and Little Kid enjoyed a "Just Us Two Night." A couple of highlights:
(En route from the pool, discussing the gymnastics classes that he and the Big Kid are going to take for purposes of developing diving skills)
Me: Think about how much confidence you'll have next year. I mean, if you can flip into a mat, it will be that much easier to flip into the water, right?
Little Kid: Why do you say that?
Me: Well, because the water moves out of your way, sort of . So it's a softer landing. [At this point, I realize that I may be unintentionally freaking him out about the whole mat thing.] Not that the mat isn't soft - they both cushion you. But, psychologically, there's something more comforting about knowing that the water is going to break your fall. [Stop talking, Mom, before you give him the yips.]
Little Kid: You know what's softer than water?
Me: No. Please tell me what's softer than water. [Quick, before I dig myself into a deeper hole.]
Little Kid: That stuff on a sheep's skin.
Me: Wool? You mean, lambswool?
Little Kid: Yeah. You know, if they filled a swimming pool with lambswool . . . .
Little Kid: It would be kind of cool. I'M JUST SAYING.
(After arriving home and indulging in ice pops and the animated film, "Superman/Batman: Apocalypse"):
Little Kid: You know, nothing good comes out of a boom tube. [For the uninitiated, in the DC Comics universe, a boom tube is an extra dimensional doorway that allows you to travel through interstellar space.]
Me: Ha! Yeah.
Little Kid: NO, LITERALLY, NOTHING GOOD COMES OUT OF A BOOM TUBE. Darkseid, Granny Goodness, various minions - all villains, you know?
Me: Ah. Good point.
Love the clever little brain in that adorable melon of his.