In the Water
Okay, she agreed, but I will not go into the water; I do not need a suit.
I watched her march right in, trying to get a photo of the seagulls
Within minutes she was sitting in the ocean, waves tickling her toes.
Did you bring Mom’s suit? Our six-year-old asked.
Of course, I told him.
We both know the score.
We have seen her do this plenty of times.
She has the impulse control of a lava spewing volcano.
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