Brady and I were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office, (waiting for the doctor to look at his very bruised, very swollen foot), looking at the very large fish tank. The fish tank there would be big enough for an adult to comfortably stand in with most of his head under water.
Brady said, "Mommy, I want to take all of my clothes off and get in to the fish tank. I need to go swimming with those little fishies."
I responded, "Brady, then you would be a naked little boy swimming with the fishies."
He giggled for the next two hours.
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