She was super excited until we got there and discovered that her teacher was male.
She freaked.
Shivering.
Buried face.
a defiant, "I'm NOT going with HIM, Mom".
and then a "Let's get out of here. I don't want to learn to swim."
In the meantime, Quin is BEGGING to get into the water, and stripping her clothes off, poolside. "I want to swim, TOO, Mom! Mom-MEEEEEEE, Mommy! I forgot my swimsuit! I need those goggles, Reese. I go swimming today!"
Reese decides this is a GREAT idea and offers Quincy her swimming suit.
I knew I needed to act quickly. My goal: Get Reese in the pool and get Q outta there before she is totally naked, screaming, and swim class becomes a category 5 disaster.
Hunter (the teacher) offered a distraction for Quincy so I could focus on getting Reese in the pool without having to divide my attention between her and Quincy.
Hunter: "Hiiiiii. (in that sticky sweet I'm-not-sure-how-to-talk-to-small-children voice) I'm Hunter. Is Reese your big sister? Are you going to take a swimming class too, someday?"
Quincy: "I not your friend!"
Reese hid behind my leg for awhile and I considered my options:
1) forget summer swimming lessons and get my $30 back.
2) just throw her to him in the pool and have her hate me for it. (This option could potentially backfire...I'm sure she could work through it in adult therapy later in life when she's hatin' on me anyway)
3)Bribery.
Meg: Reese if you get in the water with Hunter, I'll buy you a treat after class.
Reese: Ok! Bye, Mom!
Option #3 it is.
A round of Chocolate Chip Cookies for all!