Today H, O, and G began swimming lessons. While H is a good swimmer, the girls have had their share of troubles. The last time we tried it, O spent exactly 3 seconds in the water for the entire 2 months of lessons. G got in the water, but was more interested in chatting with the other kids than in actually getting wet above the waist. Things were looking hopefull as H's teacher came out. Young, pretty, and physically fit. H was the only student and they got right to serious work. All the other classes got in the water, but our teacher was last to come out. He must have been busy eating a twinkie, but out he finally came, all 300 pounds of him. With back hair. And a long goatee. I groaned inwardly, certain there was no way O was going into the water with him. But before he said a word, O jumped in the water and got right down to business. The other 3 kids huddled nervously on the stairs. O did everything she was told, but as soon as the teacher's attention was turned to the other kids, she and G were gone to the other side of the pool, having a blast with each other and totally oblivious of the teacher. I scolded them to listen to the teacher a few times, but then I gave up. I figure it's his job to get the kids to do what he wants. At this stage, all I care about is that they are having fun in the water, and were they ever. Soon they got the other 2 kids involved in their little game, and the lame teacher just spent the rest of the time watching the clock. I do feel a little sorry for the teacher, because those two can be a force of nature when they gang up together. So basically I'm paying for a half-hour of water babysitting for the twins, and I'm completely fine with that. H is getting private lessons for the price of group lessons and he's already getting better, so it all evens out. The only thing that sucks is that with preschool Mondays and Wednesdays, and swimming Tues. and Thurs., I have to get dressed FOUR DAYS IN A ROW. H made me promise not to wear pj's out in public.