Hi, Water!

At my gym, there’s a nursery where Caleb hangs out while I run. There’s a jungle gym, and tons of toys, and a huge table full of colored rice that the kids run through their fingers and throw at each other. It’s awesome. He loves it, and runs down the hall when we arrive to get there faster. On the way, we pass a swimming pool, and yesterday we were there during a Senior Water Aerobics class. Picture a pool full of sixty-something grandmothers, imitating the movements of the instructor at the edge of the water. She’s wearing a waterproof microphone over her ear, and is very peppy as you’d imagine an Aerobic instructor to be. Caleb took one look at her jumping up and down, and he started jumping up and down, and because he’s unbelievably adorable she waved at him, and because all the people in the pool were following her every move, they looked over at him and started waving, too. At this point, his brain exploded, because he’s only three and, still, all of these people are waving at him—at HIM!—and he jumped and waved and yelled HI! HI! HI! WATER! and in that second, all was right in the world.