Random Rememberings

A couple of weeks ago, Mark and I took Irene to the local community center pool (where we have a membership), and this particular pool has a waterpark area with a 300 gallon bucket that fills and dumps every so often. Irene hates getting soaked, and is rather afraid of the bucket. She was the only kid in the whole place that night, and it was nearing closing time, and they turned the bucket off early. A couple of nights ago, as I was putting her to bed, she said: "Daddy turn the big bucket off at the pool. That was nice o' him!"