I had lots of fun splashing and kicking in the pool until Mommy decided it was time for me to practicing floating. She seems to think that the slogan "back is best" embroidered on my sleep sack extends to the water. Here's a fact: 10 out of 10 toddlers drown when abandoned by their Mommy in a pool. No amount of floating is going save a kid from starving to death at the next snack time. I also didn't want my precious locks to get wet so I grabbed at whatever I could, including Mommy's ears. I couldn't help but notice that Mommy was keeping her head safely above water level. No one wants cold, wet hair in the sub-freezing winter temperatures.
I took my own approach to pool safety by directing Mommy over to the ladder. There I practiced climbing out of the pool, which is a far more useful survival technique. Once successfully on solid ground I turned and saw Mommy hold out her arms, as if I could just step off the ledge and walk to her over the water. Absent of any miracle, I had to climb down and sit on the top rung of the ladder where I could reach her. But only after inspecting the Jonah-sized clock on the pool deck.
