So Ted is a Guppy and Helen is a Minnow. She is soon to be matriculating into Fish status but I came downstairs this morning, and Teddy seemed a bit down so I was like what's up, bud? And he was looking at the trashcan and said, "I just can't believe I am never going to get out of guppies."
I was like, oh mama was a swiiiiiiiimmmmmmeeer so you bet your little guppy a$$ you will be flying out of the minnows into the sharks and all of a sudden becoming a barracuda.
*Time out. E just offered me an empty bag of Pirate's Booty with the heartfelt emotion of a long lost lover. I am like, didn't I just buy this for you?*
So of course I picked him up and sang to him a made up song called You Will Always Be My Guppy (probably Billboard's Greatest Hits right now) while sashaying across the kitchen until he started to giggle but then lo and BEHOLD, I found out he actually got in trubs in Guppy class. Of course.
His swim instructor is an older Asian woman, and I had thought it would be good for him to get a bit of the stricter sense of chicken airplane soldier (that's how they teach the strokes, Bloggy. Cute right?). And apparently she said that if he didn't stop fooling around he could no longer be registered for the chicken airplane soldier business. Ho hum, So I was like what did you do, and of course he was all nothing I just pushed the kickboard off the deep end cause we didn't need it. I smell a rat.
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