From getting to wear his bathing suit to school, to getting to wear his new water shoes, the excitement was uncontainable. We had been talking about it all week. A build up, so that he'd be excited about it.
As it turns out, he didn't quite understand what was going on. When we walked out the backdoor this morning, he thought splash day meant he got to swim...in our pool...today. I told him we could probably swim this evening, but that Splash Day was happening at his school, with his friends. He pouted nearly the entire drive to school. But was so excited to tell Miss Kisha about how he was wearing his swin diaper, babe-ing soup, wa-er sues, and swin tirt. (She got all of it but the swim shirt.) He also told her was going to Splash (complete with visual demonstration of jumping in a puddle type moves) and swim (visual demonstration of the crawl stroke.)
And BONUS, he got to take his Cars backpack to school, which he packed last night with various toys and will probably be disappointed to find that I re-packed it with normal clothes and a towel.
When I left, I said "Bye, sweetie!" And he barely looked at me and was all "BUH." Do you think I could convince them to have Splash day more than once a week?
4 comments:
I'm jealous of the stuff my kid gets to do too. Like Camp. Oh God I loved camp
I'm coming to splash day. Sorry.
your mom used to sew costumes for the Center summer musicals, right? I was in The Music Man when I was like 11...I think I remember her being a costume person :)
Aww, I bet he had so much fun. He is so cute.
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