Screaming, screaming, in the swimming pool...

"So, how did the swimming lessons go this morning?" Hubby asked Simone.

"Well, I had to go in the pool with our little guy while all the other parents watched their kids from the sidelines. It seems that little B is the only child left in the group who hasn't phased his mother out. Again." This is the second time Simone and little B take a swimming class designed to increase the comfort of toddlers in the pool. Parents take the initial classes with their kids and gradually stop getting in the pool.

Apparently, little B failed to read the script, which is astounding because he reads everything else.

"Okay," said hubby. "But how did the rest of the class go? Did he have fun?"

"I'm not sure," hedged Simone. "He spent, oh, 98% of the class screaming."

"About what?" Asked hubby, surprised.

"He screamed because we were going in the big pool. He screamed because he didn't want to put on the life jacket. He screamed because he wanted to zip up the life jacket himself. He screamed because he couldn't snap the life jacket into place. He screamed because the water in the big pool was cold. He screamed because he didn't want to stand on the platform in the water. He screamed because he didn't want to do sticky... Oh, wait. Sticky fingers? That's F-U-N!!! He stopped screaming for sticky fingers."

"Hmmm," mumbled hubby. "I think I get the idea."

"Huh?" asked Simone. "I can't hear you very well. Speak up, please!"