Look at this pitiful boy. His fate is in his own hands. You see, we are two...two.
It is super hot around here. So hot, that the only time it is cool enough to swim is first thing in the morning or late at night. We told the kids we would go first thing this morning, but they needed to do some clean up first. Issa dutifully picked up her toys; Evan refused.
So...Issa and Daddy are swimming, and Evan is watching from the window. He has one set of blocks to put in a box and he could be out there. But oh no. The line has been drawn. I'm getting the puppy dog eyes, and he's not swimming. I love teaching boundaries.