Tyler started swimming lessons last week. He loves it, as usual. I don't know that he learns all that much. This is his fourth year of lessons, and he's still learning the same basic things. I think with the crowded classes, he spends most of his time holding onto the side of the pool, waiting for his turn. Oh well. If I really cared, I would shell out the big bucks for a private lesson. Obviously, I don't care all that much.
This little girl was supposed to start in the pre-school class. She was all sorts of excited until it was actually time to get in the pool. And then she would have none of it. I decided not to push it--she's only three, for heaven's sake--luckily the pool gave us a punchcard as a refund, so we're not totally out the $25. Now she just sits and watches big brother.