Somehow, Dad, in Trying to be Good, is Bad?

It was such a great effort.  We were all feeling drug out and unamused.  Hot, tired, overwhelmed.  John, being the super Dad that he is, announced, suddenly, that we were going to have the tramp with a sprinkler and wading pool with hot water from the water heater for Family Home Evening.  
I was still too tired and planned to just eat and stare. 
And then, "I  need you to get your swimming suit on please." was stated rather matter-of-factually. 

Poor Clara had been sick for a week with tummy flu and I was tired.  
But,
because Family Home Evening is of such importance at our house,
I obliged, as soon as I was done eating.  

Clara came in from swimming as I was getting dressed.  She was feeling sick again.  Just as I helped her out of her swimming suit and into pj's, Grace came charging into the house yelling that "Dad had an accident on the trampoline."  I was pretty worried as I ran out...

...and then pretty amused. 

Just minutes before I'd seen him, jumping very high in the air, body straight, a confident grin on his face.  I had found myself wishing to myself, that I was in that kind of good physical shape, grinning, jumping,  making the girls squeal with glee.  I had noticed that the mat nearly touched the ground when he was on the downside of his jumps. 

Now he just stood there, still looking surprised, that this could have happened.  He hadn't moved from the spot where he'd landed right after he'd jumped down, right before the big rrrrrrrrrriiiiiippp, following which, his feet had gone neatly through the mat and landed him nicely on the grass.  My favorite was how very unimpressed the girls wereI told them they should be grateful they weren't the ones on the tramp and very lucky they were that they weren't because they would have surely been hurt. 
They were still disgusted.  With John.  Poor guy.  They just don't know how unlikely they'd be to find many dads in their actual swimming trunks. In the back yard trampolining and filling a wading pool with hot water.  And, swimming in the pool after being humbled by ripping right through the family trampoline.  (Just to help you realize that John is pretty svelte right now, keep in mind that the tramp

is about 13 years old)

Well, the evening was salvaged as everyone warmed up in the hot tub wading pool.  I was persuaded to get in, even, as I laughed at everyone, feeling a little better myself.

But not poor Clara.  She found herself getting sick, once again, little sweetie.  John was a good sport, I'm sure, as he cleaned up the blankets, couch, and carpet, bathed a little sick girl, parked her back on the couch and even came back out for one last swim with us before he put away the pool.

Grace and Emma ended with a big finale by shampooing their hair before they got out.
A little practicality in all the fun.