Every party (hopefully not every pool) has a pooper

This is pretty much the same face I get every day when I tell her that it’s time to leave the pool.

I realize it’s 115 degrees and there is no better place to be than in what has quickly become a lukewarm swimming pool (please let it be due to the extreme heat wave and not little kid pee), but at some point after five hours of non-stop swimming it’s time to go home.

I believe this a look that wordlessly conveys “My mama is a big downer because she won’t let me fry to a crisp or drown due to exhaustion”.