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One of McKenzie's favorite places to be is in the swimming pool. Not the entire swimming pool, mind you...just the shallow end where she feels safe and in control of her 'drowning potential'. Carson, on the other hand, has no reservations at all. He has unintentionally submerged himself several times - always making my heart leap - and comes back up, coughing and smiling and ready for more.
As we were getting ready for another fun-filled afternoon at the pool side, McKenzie slipped into her adorable, i'm-so-excited-so-i'm-going-to-say-everything-that-comes-
into-my-mind, character. One of our conversations went like this (as we were driving back to our apartment from a different outing):
McKenzie: We're going to go home, park our car in our parking lot, then get out of the car and walk to the SWIMMING POOL!!
Brian: Nah, I think we'll fly instead.
McKenzie: HUH???? Fly??? Nooooooooooo. Silly Daddy!"
Brian: Why not?
McKenzie: Because. We don't have any pixie dust.
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