Just Do It

Cam, who is terrified of rinsing his hair in the tubby, embarked on two weeks of swimming lessons. When I signed him up, I envisioned some kind of, you know… instruction. What we got was our instructor launching Cam into the pool and the directive, “Swim!” While Cam half-drowned, I politely interjected, “Ummm, he doesn’t know what you mean when you say ‘swim.’ Can you give him some idea of what to do?”

 “He’ll figure it out. That’s how my dad taught me.”

 Am I paying for this??