Sam liked the pool next door last year, and Joey started to enjoy himself as well. We were unprepared for it's reception this year.
Apparently, we had fish instead of children.
Aside from a surprising and terrified reluctance to swim in the deep end, Sam is doing amazingly well. He's down to one water wing - and that only because we can't convince him to try swimming without it - and is doing cross-wise laps and jumping off the sides.
Joey is a born swimmer, no doubt about it. Put him in water wings and he's happy as a clam; give him the slightest support under his belly and he's arms and legs a-buzzing. He's thrilled to be in the water, and both of them will stay in well past the point when they're shivering and turning a lovely shade of purple.
I have a feeling this summer will be one of dirt and water in roughly equal quantities.
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