We went swimming every day. The first day Brock just held on to me and acted scared, by the last day he was kicking his legs and wanted to "swim by himself", this pool had a really shallow end where he could crawl around, he loved that, but he kept trying to crawl into the deep end. The water kept getting higher and higher, but he didn't care, he just dept going until it covered his whole face and mom needed to rescue him, but then he always looked mad at me, like I was ruining his fun. Mom's are so mean!
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