Friday, May 21, 2010


The Rock Star just wrapped up a session of swimming lessons. It went well. He didn't ever strike his instructor in the face which is more than I can say for the last time we attempted this, in August, when he was buried under the terror of losing his brother. Not that I'm making excuses for him, why do you think we waited nine months to enroll him again?

The lessons are held indoors (bleck!) and so he smells doubly like chlorine when we leave. This led to the following hilarious conversation in the car the other day...

G: What's that smell? (I don't know why I assumed this was rhetorical) What's that smell? (pause) Mommy?
Me: (realizing he expects me to answer) What?
G: What's that smell?
Me: I don't smell anything. What does it smell like?
G: I don't know. (He sniffs his arm) Is it me?
Me: (laughing) Does it smell like chlorine?
G: I don't know.
Me: It's probably chlorine, honey. I smelled like that for 10 years straight.


  1. Ah yes the smell of a swimmer... I think our daughter smelled like that for years - and if she was caught in the rain... there it was. I'm certain her hair wasn't dry EVER during her high school years. I hope he enjoyed swimming this time around!

  2. that's the smell of summer to me, well chlorine and sunscreen