aren't you proud?

A few weeks ago, we spent the weekend in St. Louis with Patrick's family to celebrate his nephew's 16th birthday. We decided to try to find a good deal on a hotel near their house so we could take the boys swimming. Patrick and his brother Matt found a great deal and both of our families stayed at the same hotel, in rooms next door to each other. (With a fun door in between that the boys enjoyed passing through at early hours in the morning!)

Henry was so excited to swim and after a few fearful first minutes, he swam around on his own wearing his fish floaties and loved every minute of it. William also liked the water, but mostly wanted to get out and jump back in. Very scary. I'm nervous that he is just like is brother.

As a side note, the pool opened at 6:00 a.m. 6 am? We thought, who would swim at that ridiculously early hour? The answer?

Us.

Henry was on to the 6:00 opening time and as soon as he woke up, he started disrobing and putting on his swimming attire. So at 6:20 AM, we strolled through the doors and began our morning swim.

Fast forward to my conversation with Henry Sunday night. We're home and I'm tucking him in.

Me: praying (thanked God for the great weekend and the chance we had to swim in St.Louis)
Henry: Aren't you so proud of me mommy?
Me: I sure am, Henry!
Henry: I swam in that big pool all by myself and I didn't even drain.
Me: suppressing laughter

Drain = drown