I have loved baths for a long time now, but had no idea they made them so big. The local YMCA has infant swim lessons on Saturday mornings. I signed up, got my YMCA photo ID, and hit the pool with gusto. To be honest, I don't actually swim. My stomach provides ample flotation, but mom and dad stay near to put me through my paces. When I say "paces", I mean eating floating toys and "singing ring around the rosy". I do get dunked though when "they all fall down".
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