it's not going to kill him...

"It's not going to kill him." That's my new catch phrase. Oh, and also "awesome blossom super fantastic!" (if you watch The Soup, you'll know where that come from). So, we're swimming at my mother-in-laws today (minus the in-laws and I'm with my Mom and my sister's kids). We're all in the pool and I turn around and Oliver is eating something. My first thought is GROSS and WTF? Immediately I ask him, "where did you get that" and Oliver points to the pool bag. Oh. It's a lollipop, from-who-knows-how-long-ago, with a lovely piece of dog hair attached. Yum. He's adamant about not giving it to me. So, I tell him to rinse it off in the pool and I hope he enjoys the stale taste of watermelon and chlorine. I tell my mom, "It's not going to kill him to eat it."