We went to the pool to hang out with Oma and Opa. The big yellow raft was intended for J and the little blue one for R. We tried to put J in his raft but he refused to go. R was a ready and willing volunteer, so in he went. After about 10 minutes of watching his brother have a blast in his raft, J insisted on going in one too. So Opa put him in. About 3 feet from the side of the pool, J wanted to get out. So Opa took him out. He watched his brother laughing and splashing for a few minutes, then wanted to go back in. So Opa put him in. About 5 feet into the pool, J wanted to get out. So Opa took him out. Repeat scenario 2-3 more times and then J was finally in and floating around the pool with Opa. He had a really good time. But he never did let go of his deathgrip on Opa’s shoulder or hand.
R was his usual maniac self. Splashing. Dancing. Screaming. Trying to launch himself out of the tube at his brother.
My Everyday Life 