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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Simming.

Poor guy.
He threw a screaming-mimi-meltdown fit on Sunday when we stopped at a friend's house and didn't let him get in their pool (He had just gotten his new life jacket, but we were in a hurry to get back home- I mean I would be pretty ticked too).
This morning I came out of our bedroom at 6am and found him like this...
He looked up at me with those sweet blue eyes and said, "simming?"
And it took every ounce of being I had to not load him up and head to the pool right then.
"Thursday, buddy. Thursday swimming."
"Simming." he said.

Come onnnnn, Thursday.

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