We’re outside getting ready to jump in one of the pools and Carter wants swimtrunks, only hers have birdpoop on them.
She demands that I provide swim attire, which is surprising since she normally just rips off all clothes and jumps in. I suggest she just use underwear as a swimsuit, an idea she promptly rejects.
“It has to be REAL swim clothes!!” She looks around, then, “Wait! I have it! Hold on!”
She returns, naked from the waist down, but wearing a swim safety vest.
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