Sitting in a chair near our community pool, I was watching a girl of about ten hanging on the pool's metal steps and trying to get her mother's attention.
Mom, come into the pool with me.
Mom, come ON!
Mommmm, you promised!
Finally the girl climbed from the pool, stalked across the concrete, and with hands on hips stood in front of her mother. MOM what is taking so long.
Her mother raised a cautioning finger. I'm taking dear.
Talking? All this time? How boring is that?
The person talking with the girl's mother looked at the young girl and said. "Dear, swimming pools are the adult version of Facebook."
Oh, the girl said - the peevishness gone from her voice. Well send my Mom over as soon as you're done.
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