Saturday, July 29, 2006
All this week I took my three-year-old son David to kiddie swimming lessons.
On the first day, he completely hated it.
"I don't like it."
"I want to get out."
"I want to go home."
He has yet to figure out the magic words that will get him out of the pool: "I have to go to the bathroom."
We struggled through the entire hour. When it was over, David released his death grip on me and promptly ran to his mother. What did he tell her?
"I did it!"