Because lately it seems the only two things I say to our daughter are: "It's time to get out of the pool" and "Quit punching your father in the kidneys", John and I decided to investigate signing Lillian up for water polo.
"All ages, all skill levels," the website said.
"Come down and let the coach see how she swims," the girl on the phone said.
Lill was unusually quiet when we went to the city pool to check it out.
The coach winced when he saw her, watched her swim and said, "Put her in swim team for the summer to toughen up. By fall I'm hoping to have enough 9 and 10 year olds to start an Intro to Water Polo course."
I thought that was a good plan.
"What did you think?" I asked Lill gently when we got in the car.
She looked at me with concern, maybe a little fear, and said, "Why were they wearing ...those ...things?"
The poor child. She had never seen a Speedo.
Once that garment was explained, she was back to practicing at home in the pool and on daddy's kidneys with her normal exuberance. A true Viking's daughter, that one.
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Just what was your explanation for the Speedo's Alex?
Did it include any advice about where not to look???
No, but it did include the phrase "drag coefficient," which I managed to say without snickering.
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