For four weeks this summer the kids took swim lessons at the local high school. For all four weeks, the girls were in level 2, taught by Lance. Funny enough, my picky little Julia didn't like him originally. During their first class, Lance wore his goggles hanging loosely around his neck. This bothered my little nit-picker. The whole ride home, she complained, "Why were his goggles around his neck? They are not a necklace. I do not like that!" Thankfully, he did not wear the goggles after that. I guess she forgave him.
Of the three girls, Julia is definitely the most hesitant. Lance was always very good with her. He would encourage her and assure her he was right there and would help her. He won her over. I first began noticing that everywhere we went, if we saw a dark-haired, handsome man, Julia would say, "Is that Mr. Lance over there?"
I am calling this a crush, but it was quite sweet and innocent. She never said anything to Lance, so neither did I. She began getting 'phone calls' on her toy cell phone from 'Mr. Lance.' She would talk to him on her little toy phone a few times a day ;-) A few weeks into the lessons, she told me that she was going to marry Mr. Lance. The last week, she told me several times that she was going to dance with Mr. Lance at the royal ball.
Julia and Lance
Swim lessons have ended. I told the kids this, but I don't think they totally understand it yet. This morning, Julia asked if we had swim class. I told her no, that swim lessons were over. She asked when we were going to see Mr. Lance again. I said we won't see him any time soon. Maybe next summer he would teach their swim lessons again. She told me she would see him at the royal ball. Ah... young love ;-)