Wednesday was the boys last day at ISR swim lessons. This is reason to celebrate for so many reasons, not the least of which was the nightly routine of hauling an infant and a toddler into the facility, getting them both changed into their swin outfits, filling out their daily paperwork, getting them dried off, redressed and packed up inside a non-airconditioned room with a heated pool in it. UUUGh.
So, I may have been skipping into the lesson, maybe, just a little.
MRA, first out of the car, ran to the door and we said, "Mama, M. hold door for you."
Me: "Oh, How nice M. You are such a little gentleman."
MRA: "Gennelman?"
Me: "Yes, a gentleman. Gentlemen hold the doors open for ladies. Your daddy's a gentleman."
MRA: "Mama, I not a gennelman. M. is a little boy."
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