I took my kids to the pool yesterday.
They were all surprisingly cooperative as I ran stroke clinics and made them swim laps and tread water and things like that. We also worked on our stride entry, a method of entering the pool from the side while keeping your head above water so you can keep your eyes on the victim.
"Wait...there's a victim?!" Rachel gasped.
"Yeah, like....a drowning victim."
"Well, that really raises the stakes!"
I suppose it does.
We practiced entering the water with a stride entry and a pool noodle (which isn't really a life-saving device, but we didn't want to get out the pool's rescue rings since they're only for true emergencies) to rescue each other while we took turns pretending to drown. We practiced our surface dives.
We practiced a lot of things. And then Phoebe woke up from her poolside nap and began commanding my attention.