He attached a floatation device to BT and began his pep talk. All was going fine until he mentioned the word "water" and that was all Baby Twerp could endure -- he could not cope with the pain and memories that word brought forth. So he sought out solace.
She came to his rescue. Cause Baby Twerp can do no wrong in her eyes....
So she kept him where his ankles barely got wet.
And he felt safe and secure from all alarms (name that tune)While Middle Twerp continued his lesson.... with this floatation device...and I was all like, we are on WEEK 3!!! Enough of these floatation devices, we need to SWIM. So I told his Sent From Heaven Above Swim Instructor, "Take those floatation devices away, he is ready." And MT gave me this look...And soon they were working on swimming without the floaties...And it was a little touch and go for awhile....With some chocking and gagging and gasps of air...
And a few moments of me thinking, "Should he be under water that long?"But then, miraculously....He began to swim..... Like nobody's business...like a natural.And BT sat safely on the sidelines cheering his on to victory.
And he was a-okay with his one on one lesson...in the ankle deep water.
I was all like enough of this ankle deep water - just throw him in the deep end, he will learn, right?
That started the weeping and gnashing of teeth all over again.Maybe next week.