A Whale of a Tale

I was up early this morning to greet Troy and put his brother on the school bus in front of our house. (Tyler usually gets on at home before their dad drops Troy off here.) On days when I have to be up an hour early, I have a tendency to wake up two or three hours early instead and only half-sleep my final hours in bed. Rather than walk around feeling sleepy for the morning, I decided to take Troy out grocery shopping so we went to Webster. Between the road and parking lot in front of Wegmans are two ponds and today the fountains were on. "I bet its a whale!" Troy gasped. He was sure the spouting water was coming from the blowhole of a giant fish. I had to smile. Only a three year old could imagine a whale in such a small body of water. Not wanting to make him feel silly, I played along. Why not? It sounded like a fun game and reminded me of an old Dr. Seuss book, McElligot's Pool. Maybe some day we should get a couple of fishing poles and see what we can catch in one of those little ponds...