"I got in the pool with the kids, and flipped them up into the air. Actually, I flipped the boy up into the air. He and I had a great routine, where he'd stand on my shoulders, I'd grab his feet, I'd sink underwater, I'd tap his feet three times: "One, two, three . . . " and I'd push against the bottom and burst up into the air and throw him up and he'd do a giant flip or at least a jumping twirlsey, from my shoulders, into the air. All the while the girl was hanging onto my neck, strangling me, screeching into my ear like a screech owl."
This last weekend, we were at a pool.
Sadly, we were without our beloved Aunt Ellie.
But we had Daddy in the hizzy (pizzy?)
So okay, the moves here were not quite as polished as Aunt Ellie's routine had been, but who doesn't love being tossed about in a vat of chlorine drenched water by the seaside? Who?
After Daddy retired to the jacuzzi, the kids took it upon themselves to work out the whole underwater launch/thrust/twirlsey/screech owl routine.