Swimming Lesson #1
Every day that we leave the apartment and head on whatever adventure is planned for the day, we pass a building that is but a stone's throw from our building. Mom and I had been there once before, but I wasn't quite sure why we went. Mom just talked to an old guy behind a counter. It was really warm in there, and I noticed an odd smell.
Well, today, I discovered that I am a lucky duck! Basically, we live next door to a swimming pool. I had no idea such things exist. I thought the bathtub was great. Shoot, the bathtub has nothing!
Mom bought me some Little Swimmer diapers, and at first, I wasn't too sure about them. But, then, Mom showed me all of the fish on them. She promised that they wouldn't puff up with water and make me look look like a floating piece of popcorn. When I put them on, I realized how stupendous they really are. I'm sure Michael Phelps wishes he had a pair of Little Nemo Swimmers. They're streamlined!
Before we left for the pool, Albert, my brown bear, said, "Yo, you're going to the pool! Do me a favor. When you get there, make a grand entrance. Do a super-duper cannonball into the pool. Kid, you'll make me proud if you can empty the pool of swimmers."
Albert then demonstrated while jumping off my train.
When we got to the pool, Mom wouldn't let me do a cannonball to announce my entrance. I was the only one making waves in the "midget" pool. I swam some laps and impressed the Koreans with my flip-turns. After about fifteen minutes, my buddies arrived. Joshua is much older, and he showed me how to snorkel. He was cruising for teenage mutant ninja turtles. I'm not sure what Garret was doing. Hanna had to go to the bathroom right after getting there. Sheesh. She should just wear a Little Nemo Swimmer -- saves time. Quinn was dumping water from a watering can.
Considering that I was the first one to get there and do my workout, I was also the first one to leave. Boy, I was exhausted, but it was worth it. I am a big fan of the swimming pool.
When I got home, Albert was pummeling Locke. Mountbatten, my elephant, had Kipling, my alligator in a choke hold. Sheesh. I leave them for one hour, and a raucous ensues.
Albert was disappointed that I didn't do a cannonball.
Oh, I wanted some pictures of me at the pool, but Mom's a self-professed klutz. She told me that she's already dropped one camera into water a year or so ago. And, Dad might not appreciate it if she dropped another one. I'm going to get Dad to come to the pool with me. He'll probably take me to the "real" pool...none of this shallow-end wimpy stuff. Plus, I need him to teach me how to ski and wakeboard. That'll really impress.
Here's a photo of my swim trunks:
Well, today, I discovered that I am a lucky duck! Basically, we live next door to a swimming pool. I had no idea such things exist. I thought the bathtub was great. Shoot, the bathtub has nothing!
Mom bought me some Little Swimmer diapers, and at first, I wasn't too sure about them. But, then, Mom showed me all of the fish on them. She promised that they wouldn't puff up with water and make me look look like a floating piece of popcorn. When I put them on, I realized how stupendous they really are. I'm sure Michael Phelps wishes he had a pair of Little Nemo Swimmers. They're streamlined!
Before we left for the pool, Albert, my brown bear, said, "Yo, you're going to the pool! Do me a favor. When you get there, make a grand entrance. Do a super-duper cannonball into the pool. Kid, you'll make me proud if you can empty the pool of swimmers."
Albert then demonstrated while jumping off my train.
When we got to the pool, Mom wouldn't let me do a cannonball to announce my entrance. I was the only one making waves in the "midget" pool. I swam some laps and impressed the Koreans with my flip-turns. After about fifteen minutes, my buddies arrived. Joshua is much older, and he showed me how to snorkel. He was cruising for teenage mutant ninja turtles. I'm not sure what Garret was doing. Hanna had to go to the bathroom right after getting there. Sheesh. She should just wear a Little Nemo Swimmer -- saves time. Quinn was dumping water from a watering can.
Considering that I was the first one to get there and do my workout, I was also the first one to leave. Boy, I was exhausted, but it was worth it. I am a big fan of the swimming pool.
When I got home, Albert was pummeling Locke. Mountbatten, my elephant, had Kipling, my alligator in a choke hold. Sheesh. I leave them for one hour, and a raucous ensues.
Albert was disappointed that I didn't do a cannonball.
Oh, I wanted some pictures of me at the pool, but Mom's a self-professed klutz. She told me that she's already dropped one camera into water a year or so ago. And, Dad might not appreciate it if she dropped another one. I'm going to get Dad to come to the pool with me. He'll probably take me to the "real" pool...none of this shallow-end wimpy stuff. Plus, I need him to teach me how to ski and wakeboard. That'll really impress.
Here's a photo of my swim trunks:
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