Little Man is not into swimming lessons. After asking all summer long for swimming lessons, we finally go to our first couple of lessons and he will not even touch the water. He cries. The boy who was swimming in the deep end and attempting dives and doggy paddling practically across the pool back in June is anti-swmming lessons.
Just hours after today's failed lesson, he asks me, "Can I tell you what I want to be when I grow up?" Why yes, please, tell me! (How thrilled am I that boy #2 likes to talk and share, but I'll save that for another post.)
"When I grow up I want to be a swimming lesson teacher."
Does he notice the irony? I suppose not. A swimming lesson teacher. So, those who cannot do, teach?
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