When you're six, summer pretty much tops the list of coolness. Summer means ice cream every day, playing in the pool for hours on end, staying up late and going to the beach. Living in your bathing suit, popsicles and fireflies, sun tans and no homework. Slip-n-slides, fishing, sleeping in past 9 a.m. and taking road trips.
Today, Dylan was the sole boy at a birthday party for his good friend Abigail. There were 25 girls, and Dylan. Hysterical. The older brother, also a great friend of D's, came later with some of his friends. When it was only girls and Dylan at the party, the line for the waterslide was so organized and everyone used their manners and followed the rules (basically, no crushing each other.) The second all the boys arrived, it switched to utter chaos with multiple kids flying down the slide simultaneously at warp speed, climbing over each other to get to the top again.
Because, when you're a six year boy and its summertime, nothing comes between you and getting to the top of that water slide as many times as humanly possible.
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