Fine weather addles my brain

The weather is glorious and I am gainfully unemployed, so I had the privilege of playing with Ethan in the backyard this afternoon. We whipped out his old splash pool in hopes that his affection for it had grown. We skipped it last summer after a less than successful introduction to water sports the first year...

Nothing helped. Not even liquid courage.

And then a few months ago we I subjected him to an ill-advised water babies experience.

Happily, he has recovered:

While he paddled about, ordering me to stand in the miniature pool alongside him, he expounded in his own dialect of Twoanese a plan that, based on his tone and fervor, can only be considered one of world domination.

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Me: We should really get a bigger blow-up pool.
Noah: NO. It's either an awesome pool, or no pool.
Me: We could get a classy one. Something ocean-themed. Or Disney.
Noah: There's no such thing as a cheap classy pool.
Me: Noah, think of me like the mermaid girl in Splash. I need a body of water in this kind of weather.
Noah: ...
Me: You could get a bunch of that retaining wall wood and build it up around the pool. And in the winter, we could throw a piece of plywood over it. Like a stage.
Noah: For all our winter productions?
Me: Precisely.