To call him a fish,

would be a major overstatement. Not that I truly expected anything different. Mason has always been overly cautious. Which as a mom, I love and admire in him. But as the parent on the bleachers it makes me want to go climb in a shell. With two swim lessons under his belt we are certainly making progress.

The first lesson went something like this. Stand by parents. Stand by pool with mom. Sit down by pool. Put right foot in water. Add the left toe. Holler at parents. Agree to bribery from dad. Get in water neck high. Kick those legs for 45 seconds. Get out. Get bribed some more. Jump in water to the instructor. Go with her across the pool. Leave marks on instructor's neck. Jump in one last time. Get out. Laugh because it was fun. Tell mommy you can't wait until your next swim lesson. Make dad pay up on all bribes.

Which leads us to tonight. Talk all day about how fun swim lessons are. Tell everyone your going to jump right in. Melt down as soon as lessons start. Scream. Cry. Scream for mom. Scream for dad. Make such a scene that the head instructor gets on his trunks. Hops in. And gives a personal lesson.

We left with smiles. Saying swimming is fun. I can't wait until tomorrow night.