Mid-January, as we hit yet another day of inhumane weather, Mom and Dad started talking about all the (warmer) delights Outside. We started telling Mila about all things that could happen, and a discussion about swimming came up. Ahhh, pools; lounging in the sun; etc. Mila informed us she already had a pool, it even had little fishes on it. It then occurred to us that she had never seen a pool, an acutal one. She thought pools were portable, had pictures on them, and held enough water to be ankle deep. So sad; bad parents.
So, Dad promised he they'd go swimming. Which was an unfortunate promise, because she then began asking everyday if this was the day. So the day came faster then Dad had envisioned (Mila is a smarty, that little one).
Dad was very cautious, as he didn't want the experience to be a poor one. So he got in, and reached for her hand to lovingly guide her in. She used the hand, but only to pull herself in faster. If she knew how to dive, she would have.
They played around in the kiddie portion for a wee bit, then Mila looked over and saw bigger kids. "Dad, what's over there?" "That's for the kids that can swim." "I want to go over there!" Then she just left. Dad had to follow, quickly.
She had the best day. And she told Dad he was the best teacher. And she would not get out.
Dad and Mom suggested that maybe we would sign her up for lessons, with a real teacher, and kids her own age. "Mom, I don't need a teacher. Dad is my teacher, Dad already taught me to swim."
However, she soon acquiesced, and will soon be learning how to swim. Despite her own opinion that she already knows how.
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