My little miracle baby has made no secret of the fact that he loves to swim.
So yesterday, which was Sunday, which is rapidly turning into Do We Really Have To Go Somewhere Okay Fine Family Fun Time Day, my lady friend / wife / tandem hang gliding partner / muse for this hilarious existential historical novel I’m working on / AA sponsor took our baby to the local swimming hole, also known as a “pool” in this part of the world.
Well, it was just fantastic. We guided him through the water and he splashed around, slapping at the water, making funny faces and squealing with glee at the top of his lungs.
I would go underwater and come back up and he would giggle and giggle, thrilled at the idea that I had disappeared and now appeared again just seconds later. His laugh made me laugh, which made my lady friend laugh, which made an old man laugh, which was uncomfortable, but we went with it. After all, it was a great day. A truly wonderful family outing.
Then, as I was getting out of the pool, the boy shot me a look that said, “You could stand to lose some weight.”
No more swimming.