A tale of two swimming pools 



We spent yesterday at the neighborhood swimming pool, where they were playing all the latest Top40 Hits over the loudspeaker, as swimming pools have done throughout the ages. I heard the kids humming along to a Gwen Stefani tune. When we got home, they ran through the house singing:

"I may not holler at Bat Girl. I may not holler at Bat Girl"
then
"ooh ooh this is it. I may not holler at Bat Girl. I may not holler at Bat Girl."

At least they have better grammar than Gwen does. That's something.

And tonight, we started the swimming lessons at a pool in a different neighborhood. Daughter D did great. She's in a small class with a good teacher and she was floating and kicking and dunking herself underwater in no time.

Son D, well, he just clung to mama in the water and said, "I wanna get out of here. I wanna get out of here." His class is one of those "parent/tot" classes with way too many tots for his tastes. He doesn't seem to like a lot of noise or commotion. And basically, that's what this class is: noise and commotion, with splashing.

Mostly, he just sat on the edge of the pool playing with a plastic toy boat. We got a birds-eye view of the other parent/tot pairs singing "the wheels on the bus go splash, splash, splash" and going around in a circle chanting, "Motorboat, motorboat, go real fast." Two-year-old D just looked at me with eyes that said, "Mom, you've *got* to be kidding me. I'm just going to sit here and play with my toy plastic boat, thank you very much."

So we did.


 

Posted: Mon - July 11, 2005 at 09:16 PM          

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