Nothing helped. Not even liquid courage.
And then a few months ago
Happily, he has recovered:
While he paddled about, ordering me to stand in the miniature pool alongside him, he expounded in his own dialect of Twoanese a plan that, based on his tone and fervor, can only be considered one of world domination.
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Me: We should really get a bigger blow-up pool.
Noah: NO. It's either an awesome pool, or no pool.
Me: We could get a classy one. Something ocean-themed. Or Disney.
Noah: There's no such thing as a cheap classy pool.
Me: Noah, think of me like the mermaid girl in Splash. I need a body of water in this kind of weather.
Me: You could get a bunch of that retaining wall wood and build it up around the pool. And in the winter, we could throw a piece of plywood over it. Like a stage.
Noah: For all our winter productions?