Yes, they were looking at us.
Yes, I asked them to take the picture.
Yes, they acted like they didn't speak English.
Yes, this is normal for us.
Yes, I am really this weird.
Please accept me and love me just they way I am.
And accept and love me cause I have birthed forth these precious spawn from the fruit of my womb.
But anyhoo, the real scoop and low down (or is it down low? I always get those confused) on WHY my spawn are taking swimming lessons...Is it for their entertainment? No!
The exercise? Uhm, no.
The athletic skill and ability? Again, Nope.
The cool goggles? Uh, nunt uh.
The bond and love they will form from spending quality time together? Not that either.
The real reason is so I can sit in the lounge chair this summer and NOT HAVE TO BE IN THE POOL EVERY WAKING HOUR.And I can tan and order pineapple shakes and drinks with umbrellas in them...and blog about it...
While all the while knowing my sweet precious reproductions of my genetics are swimming safely in the pool as I pour me another one...Hiccup.There you have it. I am a lover not a fighter. I speak for all mothers who are afraid of the repercussion of the truth. I am using my first amendment -- oh wait, is that the one with bears and guns? Well, I am using my forty eleventh amendment -- the one where I can say anything I want cause its a free country and cause I'm rubber and you're glue. Amen.
PS If you are from Child Protective Services, I was only kidding -- SIKE! Good one, huh?