My eight-year-old son came downstairs wearing nothing but his bathing suit.
"Bubba," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"
I looked at that boy. "Dude, it's twenty degrees outside, and the pool is closed. You're not going swimming."
The boy grinned. "Yes, I am. Would you like to see the pool?"
I couldn't wait. I followed him into the kitchen where a large rubbermaid container was sitting on the floor. And guess what? It was full of water.
My boy hopped in and started splashing. "Do you like my pool?"