This week oldest is in Swim Camp. He loves it. He gets to go to the club and spend 2 hours each morning in the pool. They get a lesson and then free play time. He is a very good swimmer for his age and his counselor told me this morning that she was impressed with his ability. I’m very proud of him.
The challenge has been that littlest also loves swimming. But he is not going to camp. So each morning I’ve had to take oldest because it would torture for littlest if we went to the pool and he couldn’t go in.
This morning I announce to oldest that he needs to get his swim trunks on so we can go. Littlest overhears, exclaims, “Swim trunks? Right.” And runs toward the bedroom to get his. On the way he stops turns, jumps and stabs the air with his fists yelling, “WE’RE GOING SWIMMING.”
Alas he did not, but his enthusiasm should count for something.
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