Same here. But as Claudio says, that would be ridiculous.
I hate being splashed, sprinkled, sprayed, squirted. I like being IN water, but let me get in it on my own terms.
Down and up I could do. Couldn’t get it to spin at the bottom reliably. Sometimes it would, and sometimes it came back up immediately and whacked my hand.
“Too soon alt. Too late schmart.”
Miss Bliss may not survive this field trip.
I knew some boys who wore sweaters all summer because their dad kept the AC at like 60. (That’s 15 for you who measure temperature sensibly.)
The town building inspector came and made us tear ours down.
“It’s 96 degrees! How can you be cold?” (That’s 35 for readers with sensible measuring scales.)
Garfield, you’re a house cat. Even YOU must get the “evening crazies.”
DEFEAT THE FIRST GRADER!