We're off to the YMCA this morning. My daughter has her first swimming lesson, so me and the Inch Worm will watch her splash around for thirty minutes. Quite frankly I was terrified when my wife told me I was taking her swimming. I can't swim, and I did not want to be responsible for making sure she didn't drown to death. Mostly because I would be focused on making sure I didn't drown to death. But thankfully they have kids swimming instructors at these things.
Alright, swimming bag packed - goggles and all - so we're off to get breakfast. I've been commanded to sift through the Honey Bunches Of Oats for the "good bits." That's quite silly because we already have a box of Just Bunches, but my daughter is concerned that we are naively missing some real whoppers from the other box.
Oh - and son did not die of Inch Worm ingestion. Which I think will just spur him on. I'm sure I'll find him today licking a snapping turtle or some such silliness. And don't think that's out of the ordinary. About this time last year we found this out back -:
It ended up getting arrested and forked by the neighbor. No really...