And why don’t you want to go to swim lessons?

Cast of Characters:

  • Adam:  3 years old.  Transformer swimming trunks.
  • YMCA Pool:  1 year old.  Not as cranky as 3 year old.

Scenes:

Day 1:  Everything goes fine.  Extra splashing.  Got dunked by instructor.  Peachy.

Day 2:  Completely copacetic.  No worries.

Day 3: Sublime.

Day 4:  Missed due to allergic reaction fall out.

Day 5:  Opens door to the Y for mommy.  Such a gentleman!! Rakes door across toes.  Screams so loudly everyone turns to see what child is being beaten/abducted/dying.  Child semi comforted, drag him through the gate, down the locker room hall to pool door.  Hurry! Late!  Child utterly refuses to take off t-shirt, shoes, or go through pool door.  Screams more.  Cut losses and go on with day.

Day 6:  Daddy takes child to swim lessons. No smashed toes, same reaction.  Nope, not going in there, no way daddy.

Answers given today to the question, “Why don’t you want to go to swim lessons?” in order of ascending ridiculousness.

They just swim tooooo much!

Because I love you.

I just really, really love concrete trucks.*

*and this is the one that has had real staying power throughout the day.

Lesson #7 on Monday.  Should we stay or should we go now?

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I am a new mother to a beautiful baby boy. My husband and I walk each day, still learning about each other, and navigating the beauty of parenting in an American - African, Catholic - Muslim marriage.
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