Because it's summer, the kids had to take swimming lessons. As much as both of them love splashing around in the bathtub and generally making the bathroom a dripping mess of bubbles and puddles, I had expected that given a much larger amount of water, they'd absolutely love being able to splash as big as they could without a disapproving dad saying "Well, this is a mess."
Boy, I was wrong. They both hated swimming lessons, the little girl outlining in detail all the reasons she was justified to hate swimming lessons while she got ready to go, all the way to the pool and even while she was in the pool. Then she analyzed how her reasons were valid all the way home and pouted while she put on dry clothes. That's when Chelsea did what most exasperated parents do—bribe your kids.
"If you go to all of your swimming lessons, at the end, we'll go to Pirate Island Pizza." Well, that seemed to work and yesterday, as all three of you who read this know, was the last swimming lesson. So that's where we went for lunch today and had lots of fun while we were there. If you're tired of going to Chuck E Cheese, do yourself a favor and hang out with the pirates instead. I think you'll be glad you did.
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