Post 'sai' 1 - Swimming School

Usually when Gooly wants to go for a swim, I'd lament:
1. it's too hot
2. it's too cold
3. I have to mop
4. I have laundry to do
5. *wateva excuse*

Of course, I don't want to go because:
1. I like to sit and rot in front of the lappie
2. I don't like getting tanned
3. I'm lazy
4. *wateva reason*

But today, after the sandwich 'incident', I was more willing to make him happy. He wanted to go to the pool at 11.00am. Sure, no problem. Put some SPF 30 on and headed out.

I think what we did at the pool is more or less what they teach at those slaughter houses schools. First, we had pretend play. We went into caves to hunt for bears. Yeah, highly imaginative us went hiding at certain shaded corners to avoid being roasted.

Then it was singing session. His modified version of 'rain rain go away' as shown:


"Sun oh go away *ahem clears throat* Little Owen wants to play in the swimming pool *DUM drum sound*"

The sun did go away. And so we played some more.

Science facts next - what floats and what doesn't. (Mahmee doesn't :P)

Somebody left a swimming goggle at the poolside and we brought it to the management office. So, we had moral lessons too, about honesty and empathy (remember how bad we felt when someone took our swimming vest?)

Math lesson next. We counted fingers and toes. Hmm.. his feet seem to be bigger than mine. (Pic. hilang!)



All's well that ends well. It was another jolly good day, notwithstanding the lousy way mahmee behaved earlier. We went home a few shades darker (big deal!) but the gooly smiles were worth it.

Rringgg.. The school adjourned.