Licensed To...Float

My oldest son, you know the one: the 10 year old Mini me, got his license this week.

Yep. It's a class he took for overachievers who can't wait to drive.

Okay maybe not.

But you would think that's exactly what he got when he passed his swim test at the pool. He rocked his own world, lemmie tell ya.



He is now King of the LAZY RIVER! AH-HA-HA-HA HA-HA-HA (evil, sinister laugh included)

He is at the very apex of his "pre-tween" years. Mini me thinks he is HOT stuff, ya'll. HOT. Can't touch him. (du nu nu nu, nu nu, nu nu - can't touch him). You know you're thanking me for putting MC Hammer in your head.

You're welcome.

Okay, so now Mini me can FINALLY go down the Dragon's Tail tunnel slide at the pool. He rocks, I'm telling you! Check him out:

Notice the perfect form...he got that from somebody, ya'll. And it wasn't me.

The first time he came down that thing, he was smiling so big I thought it would wrap around his whole head! He was so proud. And so was his Momma. (I heart him.)