I went shopping for fabric for my belly dancing veil today. The instructor suggested we buy fabric that we can use to do something else with once the class is over. Because it's August, all of the stores are gearing up for autumn and Halloween, which meant there were some pretty cool fabrics for me to choose from. I ended up with three yards of a black chiffon fabric that has glittery fuzzy skulls all over it. (Props to Phoebe for spotting it.) The skulls are small, approximately 1/2 an inch. It's very light so I'm going to have to practice flipping it over my head without having it get stuck on my hair, but the fabric is so totally awesome, the more time I spend holding it and swishing it around, the happier I'll be.
Tonight we took Henry to the park that's adjacent to the pool. He saw the water from a distance as soon as we arrived and got pretty excited. I told him we were only there to play because the pool was going to be closing and we didn't have any swim gear with us anyway. He seemed okay with that and commenced running around. We teeter-tottered and slid down some slides. We crawled through a tunnel and then ran to the creek to scare off the ducks. (For the record, the ducks flew off before Henry got anywhere near them. Apparently hanging out all summer in a creek that runs through a playground has engendered quite a sense of duck-self-preservation.) He ran around like a madman for fifteen minutes but as we neared the fence at the back of the park that keeps people out of the pool area, the vision of the giant umbrella of water in the kiddie pool was too much, and he made it very clear that he intended to go swimming, whether we supported him in his endeavor or not. Thus commenced the saddest most broken-hearted crying jag I've heard in a while. We stood holding him while he cried, telling him we understood how badly he wanted to go, and that if he still wanted to, we would go later this week. After five minutes of sobbing, we decided it would probably be prudent to take him away from the pool so he wouldn't be tormented by the sound of all that running water. He cried all the way to the car, then snuffled all the way to the video store, and by the time we got home he was okay.
I had no idea the pool had made that much of an impression on him.
And guess what we're doing Thursday night?