“You dropped the soap? What do you mean you dropped the soap?”

She floated in the lake water as she asked the question, her perfectly level head at odds with the long white legs and arms treading beneath surface of the water. I shrugged sheepishly from the over-inflated toy.

“It just shot out of my hands! I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting it to be so slippery!”

“Well of course it’s slippery! It’s a bar of soap! What were you expecting?”

“Alright, alright, I get it.” I said, my cheeks heating up. “So now what?”

She shrugged, the water making an odd ripple as her legs and arms continued to churn. “We get another bar of soap, I guess. The lake is 25 feet deep, it’s long gone.”

“All the way up the hill?”

“Well, you dropped it,” she said, sticking out her tongue. “Only fair.”

“I have a better idea.” I pushed myself up onto the floatable and out of the cold lake waters.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” I lay back just as the sun poked out from behind the clouds, beaming down rays of warmth to chase away the chill. “Let’s just swim. You can take a shower later.”

A sharp splash in the water and a spray of cold water droplets answered my question. Oh well, can’t win them all.