July 18, 2010
Swimming
After swimming lessons this morning (and by swimming lessons I mean Zoe hugs the wall of the pool and waits for Mr. Jeff to come over and carry her around the water a bit, sometimes with a noodle, sometimes with a kickboard, but always with firm support and guidance and, I’m sure, encouraging words like, “Good job, kiddo! You’re doing great!” while thinking to himself, “Stop whining you little brat…they don’t pay me enough to do this…and dear God can someone shut up that howling tyrant four feet from me?”) we ran some errands and then returned to the pool for a swim-play date with her old friends from the Bunny Room.
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