There comes a day in every boy's life when he needs to leave the safety of his bathtub and venture into that great expanse of the public pool. Wednesday was Scotty's big day. R got a last-minute invite from her sister J to go to the pool with a crowd of young mothers -- all relations of J's by marriage (or so I hear). Scott's big dip should have taken place back in September, when R and J went on a failed mission to an outdoor wading pool. Sadly, they were a few days late and the pool was already drained.Sometimes life is like that -- empty pools and unfulfilled dreams.
Wednesday's pool of dreams was filled to overflowing. Reportedly, the water was pleasantly warm and must have soaked Scott's swimming diaper in a comfortable fashion. Despite the cozy diaper, Scott was slow to warm up to the new experience. He always clams up in public. Before too long, however, he was splashing at every toy in sight, quite pleased with everything. He even went down a waterslide (with his mom).I only wish I could have been there with them, instead of sitting in the fourth row of Financial Accounting 601, pretending to listen to a discussion about amortization methods while I typed up some research about small-cap potash companies.
Eventually, I will also have my day in the sun.
3 comments:
Super cute kid.
Don't sell yourself short. Potash can be fascinating, and at least you weren't in the fifth or sixth row. Nothing interesting ever happens in those rows.
Derek, aren't you glad you had your opportunity to spend days and nights with Scott for the first few months of his life! Lots of Dad's don't have that privilege.
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