Vincent started swim lessons this week, and is not too sure what to think yet.
He had a scare a few weeks ago at a friends pool, which resulted in Teri jumping in fully clothed to save him. Since then he's really understood the mantra "Think so you don't sink".
Yesterday he had a rough lesson that scared him, so we're hoping he builds some confidence soon.
What I really want to tell him is that he's lucky... When we were kids, Mat & I took lessons and on the last day you had a choice to either jump off the high dive or get thrown off. Not much of a choice eh?