Get This Duck Away From Me!

swimming

July 13th, 2010 at 3:14 am by Auntie (Generally being cute)

About a week ago Trevor and I went into a store that’s near the beach to get some ice-cream and he saw a toy mixing truck (which he calls a measuring truck for some reason) and asked me to buy it for him. Being evil as I am I blackmailed him by saying that he’ll get it if he gets into the water whole, including his head, not just ankles and hands. Since then he would go into that store pretty much every day and look at the truck and then bravely start towards the deeper water and then at about above knee height chicken and run out. Yesterday however he didn’t want to go even near the sea, he didn’t even allow us to take his clothes off. I was already late, everybody was leaving and soon there was no one left on the beach except us. The sea was clam as it usually is in the evening and the sun has pretty much set, and since I just got back from my swim before I changed into dry clothes just for fun I asked him do you want to earn that mixing truck? And to my surprise he said yes and got his clothes off and went into the water. He again got to knee height and did his usual play and didn’t really dare go further. Our deal was that he has to get his hair wet, so I said that he’s still not getting the truck at which point he bent so that he got the front and top part of his hair wet and started yelling that he did it and now he will get his truck. I said that was not our deal and he has to do better than that, although at that point I would have gotten him that truck anyways, just for being so resourceful. He did get back into water, shyly trying to figure out how to get out of this a winner and not actually get wet more than he was, at which point a tiny little fish came into the shallow water and we started chasing it and he got much braver, probably being too interested at the fish to think about the perils of above knee sea level. To make a longish story slightly shorter, when the fish ran away, he was already quite wet, and when he saw a speedboat in the distance and I asked him if he wants to be a speedboat himself and that this would finally get him that truck he didn’t hesitate much and he was in, laughing. As nobody took any pictures here is an illustration of him wetting his hair, being a speedboat and a picture of his prize.



Owen was jealously eying all events and the prize, although I think he would not need to be blackmailed to get into water, rather to get out of it.