Tuck: "Mama! Want to see me jump off this diving board?"
Me: "Yep. Let me grab my camera."
Tuck: "Okay. That will give me time to mentally prepare."
Tuck has become a swimmer this summer. A swimmer without floaties. A swimmer who jumps off the side. A swimmer who races his dad up and down the length of the pool. A swimmer who throws items to the bottom so that he can go retrieve them. A swimmer who keeps an eye on his death-defying little sister who wanders into the deep end "on an accident." Over and over and over again.
Today, though, he became the master of something else. The diving board!
I gave this one an 8.5 on the give-your-mom-a-heart-attack scale. After five of them in a row, I was having less of the worst case scenarios running through my head. I chilled, cheered loudly and took pictures. Each time he surfaced, he was gulping and gasping the words,
"DID YOU SEE THAT? THAT. WAS. AWESOME!"
He really made quite a splash. I simply asked that next time he warned me before hurtling his body into a front flip off a diving board. That way *I* could mentally prepare.
Now, on with the show!