The Annals of Bathtime: Practice makes perfect!
Late this afternoon, as many afternooons in summer as we can, we took advantage of our community pool. During adult swim -which at this hour of the evening, generally affords no adults the opportunity to swim unmolested, since the only adults are parents there with children, and not many of those either; but even on the occasions where my family is the ONLY one there, adult swim is, apparently, inviolable. *Sigh*- my DS and I splashed around in the "baby pool."

My DS is currently obsessed with being good at various physical activities. For example, although he will not put his face in the water (I didn't until I was 8 or so, I expect that he will be late with this sort of thing too) he will tell anyone who asks that he knows how to swim - which he will demonstrate with one of those noodle things.

He also loves to run, and will race anyone and anything - he isn't, actually, all that fast, even compared to his peers, but he hasn't seemed to notice that, I don't care to bring it up, mostly, because I don't care how fast he is, and am glad that he likes to run.

While we were splashing around today, we talked about his being fast and how he could get faster, by practicing. I pointed out that most physical skills were things that could be bettered by practicing them, and apparently he took this to heart, since a short while later, he asked about his very loved friend, who is very petite - let's call her Miss Pinky (she loves pink, is a girly girl, and plays cars and trains with my DS, and apparently was caught up in the fervor of a gun battle when friends of her parents brought some toy guns over to her and her sister. She is tiny, but I wouldn't mess with her, if I were 5 and had any brains at all).

Is Miss Pinky fast? My DS asked me.
Yes, I think so, I said.
Could she get faster by practicing?
Yes, of course, so could you, I said.
Smaller? He then asked.
Which made my DH fall off his chaise longue, laughing.