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Swim like a dolphin

If you were just reading the titles of my last two posts, you might think I was discussing the short lived 80's action TV show Manimal in which a man can shape-change into various animals, a man/animal, Manimal, get it? Or perhaps a really rubbish boxing quote trying to emulate the great Muhammed Ali but not quite getting the context right; its not quite got the same impact as float like a butterfly, sting like a bee...

Anyway, I'm actually talking about Noah's first swimming lesson which is happening right now as I type and I am desperately sad that I cant be there with him. He loves splashing around in the bath and isn't too bothered about getting his face wet like a lot of babies are, in fact bath time means that everyone and everything in the vicinity of our bathroom gets a soaking, but I know that right from the start in lesson one he will be dunked completely and that is bound to be a little scary for him. I want to be there not only to share in his excitement, but to protect and comfort him from any fears.  Having said that, having my bloated hairy body on show would be scary for everyone and the last time I went swimming there were reports in the paper about the Loch Ness monster being sighted, so maybe its for the best!




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