Alexander could be catergorized as, "Scared of the Water." Which is strange, since this boy l.o.v.e.s to play with/in/around water. Or, at least, he likes to spit. Boy, does he like to spit. To straighten things out, we figured we better start swimming. And what better way to get aquainted with the chlorinated pool than $5 swim lessons; right?
The first 8 days, the instructor never introduced life vests...and Alexander never agreed to letting go of Mama's neck. Day 8 he put on a vest, got comfy and even agreed to take the vest off & float aroud the pool with just a dumb-bell. And I'm not referring to myself (but if you saw me in the deep end, you might disagree).
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