Now I understand.
My four children have been outside in the pool daily—sometimes for hours. It is great for the most part, but they are so LOUD. My heavens, I worry that the neighbors are going to call someone to check on their well-being. Someone should call in to check on MY well-being. Yesterday though, after my third intervention about the shrieking, I asked: “WHY DO WE HAVE TO SCREAM WHEN WE SWIM?!?” (note, I was not really screaming per say…speaking loudly and authoritatively?)
Ransom looked me in the eye and said: “Mom! It’s so much more fun to scream when we swim.”
Me: “It’s more fun to scream when swimming? Or more fun to swim when screaming? How about no swimming if you are screaming?”
For the first time ALL BLESSED DAY, he is silent.
Ransom’s syllogism:
It is fun to scream.
Swimming is fun.
Conclusion: Swimming requires screaming.
He’s working from some faulty logic, especially since one can only swim or scream if one is alive. Would a scuba apparatus muffle the noise?