...you're in my face!

It seems a bit ridiculous to be running even five minutes late for a thirty minute swim lesson. But for some mysterious reason, Ryker's towel, flip flops and swim goggles are always out of place. They're usually strung out one by one all the way to the car. Yesterday was no different and when we arrived at the lesson, he lost a flip flop, tripped on his towel and dropped his goggles in a desperate attempt to make up for lost time. I shouldn't have voiced my frustration. I know that now.

"Mom!" he shouted. "I just don't have any finesse when you're in my face!"

And then I laughed so hard I cried.