First & last baby swim class

At story hour this week I overheard other mom's talking about their babies in swim class, so I felt obligated to give N the opportunity.  I like swimming but I'm just not good at it.  I tried to be a lifeguard in High School but failed the swim test after about 3 laps (Which means I was 22 laps short of passing the test).

So given my background it was not too much of a surprise that N didn't excel at swim class. I was secretly thankful he hated it too because the class is really expensive. Plus all we did  in the class was blow bubbles in the water. I followed along with the others and blew bubbles without thinking and immediately spit the pee water out of my mouth. N didn't even entertain the idea of putting his mouth in the water as he was too busy whining and pointing at the door to leave the entire time.

Whenever the instructor would get within 2 feet of him he'd start screaming and baby cussing. (She dunked him within 5 minutes of meeting him..what did she expect?) I was terrified of her too. However, a snack helped him feel better in the dressing room after his traumatic class..

"Mom, don't EVER make me swim here again. Just let me eat graham crackers at home."

"Seriously, mom."