Swimming lessons, part deux

Last night was Henry and the girls' first swimming lessons since about a year ago. Mitch had to take them, too, because I had a co-op meeting. I was nervous though, because Grace pretty much didn't even get her toes wet the last time she took lessons (not to mention calling her male swimming teacher a "big shit!"--we raise 'em charming around here, we do). But now she's four years old, and apparently that's the magic number, because Mitch said she did really well. Olivia is in a higher class and practically swimming on her own, and Henry apparently forgot how to swim, so we're trying to figure that out. Apparently he thinks swimming consists of flailing and bobbing epileptic-style in the general direction of the side of the pool. Last year he had beautiful strokes, side breathing, the whole package. Then, Mitch had his own epileptic seizure when the men's polo team came into the locker room to shower while the girls were getting their jammies on. Penises everywhere. Excuse me a moment......

Okay! So, on Thursday he has to take them by himself again while I take Jack to the Geography Bee (Sorry, we're geeks around here. Geeks who cuss a lot.). Mitch says he will not step foot in that locker room with the twins and all those penises again, so I've got to figure out how he can get three dripping wet children into the car in freezing weather. Lots of towels and blankets, I guess.