Remember the plastic kiddy pools from your childhood? Remember filling them up, emptying them, putting dirt in them, catching frogs or salamanders and trapping them in there. Remember finding the drowned squirrel in it one morning? What? No. Oh, that must have just been me.
My kids love the crappy little $7 plastic pool. And the sprinklers. The can't get enough of the dang hose. Every other house in our neighborhood has an amazing pool of some cooler-than-shit California design or another - really, I checked on Google Earth. These kids could be combing the streets making friends based on whether or not their slide is a tunnel or the jacuzzi is hidden by a waterfall. But no. NO. They want to play in their itty bitty plastic pool. Even more amusing is that their friends love it too! They come over to PLAY IN OUR SPRINKLERS.
I tell you. You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can't take the trailer park out of the genetics she passes onto her children and you can only sit back and enjoy it when the neighbor's kids start showing their's too!
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