We told the kids we'd take them swimming at the pool here for FHE this week. Everybody got swimsuits on under warm clothes, and we grabbed our towels and drove across town. Only to find out the pool is closed for the next couple of weeks for cleaning. So we loaded two crying children back into the car and drove home. Mike suggested swimming in our bathtub, and the kids decided this would be an acceptable substitution. As you can see, it was a bit of a tight fit for all four of us, but the kids had a blast, and Mike and I were able to save an otherwise doomed evening. At least the water was warmer this way. I can't help but notice that this seems to happen to us frequently. Maybe we're unlucky. Or maybe they see us coming and shout, "Quick, it's the crazy family! Put the closed sign in the window!"