Okay - it's in the 40s outside - which to me is freezing. Grant is insisting that he wants to go swimming. I have told him over and over that it is winter time and it's too cold to swim. Of course, he refuses to listen and we have this argument a couple of times a week. Shockingly we had the argument about half an hour ago. He got pissed off and stormed into his room - I stupidly thought this was the end of the argument. While in the kitchen the alarm chimed signaling that a door to the outside was opened (thank you very much Bay Alarm). I go back to my bedroom and the door is open. I look outside and there is Grant. He has his swim trunks in one hand and has managed to turn on the jacuzzi. Thankfully we have a cover and he hadn't managed to get that off yet (thank goodness Mason wasn't around, he would have had it off in less than a minute).
He was so pissed when I brought him inside. I am thinking I should just let him go "swimming". The jacuzzi temp is 50 degrees right now and the wind chill factor outside is insane. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd get pneumonia I would let him get in and be miserable, it would serve him right :)
Last night he called me Mean Mommy - guess I'm just living up to his expectations.
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