My daughter-in-law is currently recovering from a knee operation, and asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking her 3 year old son to his swimming lesson and then perhaps staying on in the pool with him afterwards. My little grandson Billy has no fear of water and I initially baulked a bit at the responsibility, but agreed so that he wouldn’t miss out on his lesson.
After his half hour lesson the teacher handed him over to me. Right away he was off on his toes straight for the play pool where there were slides to splash down and a pirate ship to climb on. Nanny grabbed hold of his hand to stop him running on the wet slippery tiles. He pulled me along like a uncontrolled dog does that hasn’t learned to walk to heel.
I let go of his hand as I climbed into the pool, certain that…
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