Scotty and I are off to swimming lessons again (what I am now referring to as "Humiliation I am Paying For,"or just "Paid Humiliation" for short). The towels are packed, his suit is laid out, and I have decided that I'm going to wear my life-guarding suit circa the summer of 1997. It's the only one that seems remotely appropriate (in the sense that it 'contains' everything). I'm going to look like a moron, but whatever. Here's hoping the bikini moms from Thursday are sunning themselves far, far away from swim lessons today.
And really, the only reason I'm continuing (aside from the fact that we signed up for pre-paid lessons) is that Scotty looked so darn happy when we got out of the pool. He was literally grinning from ear to ear, even after we got out of the water. When I toweled him off, I have expected him to give me a high five and a breathless, "Great workout, Mom...let's do it again soon" comment.
Such a silly bear.
And really, the only reason I'm continuing (aside from the fact that we signed up for pre-paid lessons) is that Scotty looked so darn happy when we got out of the pool. He was literally grinning from ear to ear, even after we got out of the water. When I toweled him off, I have expected him to give me a high five and a breathless, "Great workout, Mom...let's do it again soon" comment.
Such a silly bear.
Michael Phelps Bear
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