Mom: Minty, what on earth are you doing?
Minty: I’m aqualounging. Obviously.
Mom: “Aqualounging” is not a word.
Minty: It is now. I just invented it.
Mom: Oh, did you? And what does this “aqualounging” involve?
Minty: Floating, relaxing, and being fabulous in the water.
Mom: I would call that lying in the water.
Minty: Wow. That is the most boring description ever.
Mom: I prefer “accurate.”
Minty: I prefer “aqualounging.” It sounds like something fancy people do on vacation.
Mom: I’ll admit, it does sound a little glamorous.
Minty: Thank you. Also, look at these ripples—I made art.
Mom: Those are some very impressive ripples.
Minty: I know. I’m basically a water artist.
Mom: Did this “water artist” happen to notice the egret over there?
Minty: Of course. But I’m a professional bird respecter. I admire from a distance.
Mom: A professional, huh?
Minty: Absolutely. Aqualounger. Ripple artist. Bird respecter. I contain multitudes.