Tonight I ended up having a private swimming lesson at the YMCA. There are usually four kids in my class but there was this thing called a "cluster" (that's what Mommy called it), and for a while they closed the pool. Then two hours before lessons they called and said the pool was open again, so Daddy took me. It was his turn.
I was the only student in my class to show up. Probably due to the "cluster" Mommy told me about. This meant I got my very own private lesson. Last week, my teacher had hurt her leg so this week I had a guy. His name was Kyle. He was really teaching my how to swim using strokes. I was swimming on my back without him holding me for a while. My other teacher never did that. I really really like Kyle. I hope I have him next week. I think I will... I hope I do....
