We ended up swimming at the pool and had a good time for about half an hour. I didn't want to be there that long, but it was good to try and wear him out a little. He swam and swam and took a raft out into the deep end, with me close behind.
I stepped on something hard and YELLOW in the deep end, and I kicked it up to the surface, grabbed it and it was a bulldozer Transformer. I handed it to Jet and he was delighted. He played with it for a bit, and then pushed it over the side. I, fool as I was, got it. Again, and again, and... "Jet, next time you push it overboard, YOU get it."
He pushed it overboard and looked at me.
I looked at him.
He frowned and then dove into the water, trying to get down to the toy. He popped up like a cork, grabbed the raft and said, "Mom! You push me down."
I blinked, and it was the weirdest thing in the world to push my son down to the bottom of the pool. But I did it. And he grabbed the toy and swam back up without a problem, one-handed. He handed me the toy, got a breath of air, grabbed the raft, got on it and demanded his bulldozer.
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