It's called winging it

I think I was about eight when I learned that money can't buy you love and it was somewhere around that time that I knew I was going to raise my children differently. Hense the ice bucket pool.
It was hot, the sprinkler was getting boring, we needed something more. BAM! out came the idea that we would make a pool out of the ice bucket. Sure I could have gone down and spent $30 on cheap ass pool that would have either broken by the end of the day, been a pain to try and empty, or heaven forbid the kids would not have even cared for once we got it home. So instead it was a let's-wing-it-and-you-can-deal-with-it type of moment. Those being some of the best kind of moments.

and you know what? They loved it. Not only did they love the fact that they were getting to play inside the ice bucket but they loved the fact that they we're the only ones who were playing in an ice bucket. To them it was like a ride at Disney Land and it as it turns out other kids thought so too. It was a total bonus.

this is how we do it. This is how we roll. This is why we don't carry debt and this is what makes me proud that even at the age of eight I at least had some clue on what the important stuff was all about, and it wasn't $30 blow up pools from Target.

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[abigail]

Because that is the important part. Love.