So, here's a recap of my latest swimming experiences: Gramma Rosie has had me semi-swimming in the pool since I could toddle, so when Mommy signed me up for the "preschool 2" swim class, she and the grandparents had high expectations. Those expectations weren't met when they saw me dancing around on the side of the pool with a life jacket on while my "boy swim teacher" said we should lay around in our life jackets and float like starfish. Then, when "the boy teacher" was helping the other kids float, I danced around like a belly dancer on a string until I fell in. Gramma Rosie said, "Jeffreys are not star fish, we are torpedoes!" As a result, everyday, Gramma Rosie loaded us into the car and had Grampa Jim Jim drive us to the pool for "Gramma Rosie's Swim Classes." Soon I was putting my face in and swimming again. I went down the big slide ten times by myself until someone realized I wasn't tall enough to reach the black mark. Gramma can be pretty assertive, so she talked them into letting me go off the diving board while she treaded water to make sure I made it back to the ladder. At first, I stood on the end of the board and danced around until she turned blue in the face from treading water. She really should work on her conditioning. Just before she passed out, I finally I felt sorry for her and jumped in.

Meanwhile, Baby Drew was in charge of Grampa Jim Jim, so Drew drug Grampa all over the pool area which included exploring in the cold part. Grampa Jim Jim likes to relax like a star fish in the warm pool, but Baby Drew heard Gramma's comments about Jeffreys being torpedoes, so he led Grampa on a merry chase.

The best part was the snacks and free time afterwards. When we got home, Gramma Rosie and Grampa Jim Jim collapsed on the couch like star fish on the rocks and didn't care what Baby Drew and I did. It was like a "no rules night." I wonder what our parents would think of this.