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It’s that time of year when the Carter family lives at the pool.
When I was a kid, my Mom purchased a pool pass for me every year. I was at the pool in the morning for lessons. Then back in the afternoon once I had finished my chores. I would even go some evenings after dinner. Mom certainly got her money’s worth.
My kids certainly get their love of water from me. Generally the first thing they ask me in the mornings when they get up is: Are we going to the pool today?
I was blessed with the ability to tan easy. I rarely burn. And by the end of summer, I am so dark that you could question my nationality. I’ve been told that Great Grandma was a full blooded Native American. It certainly makes sense.
Last night Andy asks, “What’s that stain?”
Me: “What are you talking about?”
He points to my tan line.
Me: “Oh buddy that is called a tan. You are tanned, I mean stained too.”
Yes, this gift has been passed on to my children. Though I put SPF 55 sunscreen on them, they still get stained!
June 18th, 2009 at 9:06 am
hehehe! Greatness! Yesterday at 7-11 to get some Slurpees the cashier commented on my son’s tan and said “WOW! He came by that naturally? I know people that will pay a LOT of money for a tan like that!” hehe