Driving up to hike to the Y on the mountain with Stephanie and the masses, Parley asked me a question that indicated I had not prepared him enough for the hike.
"Mom are we going to swim there?"
"At the Y? Umm, no honey, we're hiking. We're walking up the mountain."
Then, later coming off the Y, I understood the previous question.
"Mom, how was Hawaii?"
Very confused, I said, "Hawaii?" And then, I figured it out. Oh my gosh 'Hawaii' sounds like 'the Y'. I tricked my poor son into climbing a mountain and he thought we were going to a tropical paradise.
"Oh Parley, so sorry son, this isn't Hawaii, this is the Y. One day you'll be so glad to know that this isn't Hawaii."
And then we enjoyed our walk home. No swimming suits necessary.