Just Keep Swimming

Dash had his first swim class this morning. His teacher was sweet and able and didn't take any shit from him. He was grumpy and tried to refuse to get back into the water after a potty break. But we bribed him and he finished the class and we were very proud and he was proud of himself, too. We were all grins until we told him he had to go again next week.

Wish us luck, won't you?

The class is only three kids. Which explains why getting into the program was harder than getting Duran Duran tickets in 1985.

I can't tell if he's squinting from the effort or if he's plotting all of our demise.

The teacher high-fived him even when he refused to do anything.

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Safe and sound back on dry land.