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The grown-up play date. I highly recommend it.

"How old is Miss Sandra?" my 5-year-old asked yesterday during the drive to the water park. "It's Andra," I said. "Say it with me. An-dra."

"Andra," he said.

Notice I skipped answering the question altogether, because Miss Andra is, well, more than 5. Dillon was quite confused about why we were going on a play date with my friend. But he warmed up immediately when we arrived at the park, and Andra handed him a pair of goggles to play with.

I don't know about you, but I'm a kid at heart. Is there anything better than a trip down the lazy river? Who says you have to be a child to enjoy that?

I had imagined Andra and I would take turns watching my 2-year-old, Blake, so we could each go down the slide with Dillon, but Blake decided to make like a koala bear and cling to me like a tree. So I told Andra and Dillon to go on, and Blake and I took a seat by the pool and waited.

And it was worth every second that passed to watch these happy faces as they crashed into the water. It was Dillon's first time down the slide, but it's hard to tell who's having more fun.

 Just having fun

Just having fun

And that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Even if my son did steal my date.

When is the last time you did something that made you feel like a kid?

Just keep swimming

The Governor, Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett and Blake