As soon as we arrived at the pool the boy was on. Shoes off, down the stairs, didn't even look back for Mama (Daddy, brother, Grandma or Saveliy); He was in the swim. Of course, he couldn't swim, and didn't really listen well to the instructor, but he still got placed in a class (who knew and pheww). The lead instructor said that although actual classes are for 6+, the fact that A was "big" and not clinging to his water-phobic Mama, he would fit in with the big kids (which is wonderful, since the pre-school class doesn't actually learn any swimming).
And what's even better (figuratively, not literally, obviously) is that Alexander is in the same class as Saveliy. So, both boys get to learn to swim... independently of Mama/Aunt Erin, thank Goodness.
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