Papa's pool is always a hit. The water is slightly cold at first but the boys never seem to mind. The close to 100 degrees with 93% humidity might have something to do with it.
One happy boy except when brother dumps a bucket of water on his head.
It's tough being the younger brother sometimes.
And who is that lurking under the black car trailer? Why that is Miss Floyd, my father's cat, watching from a safe, toddler-free distance of course.
The essence of summer: water and smiles.
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