(Sorry for the horribly grainy, boring video).
...Charlie (and Clara, who was not interested) started swimming lessons this afternoon. When we first arrived, the instructor had the kids all sit in a circle and she wanted them to answer three questions: their name, their age, and their favorite flavor of ice cream.
I'm sure I did a sharp inhale from the bleachers. These situations always make me nervous. It's happened before when I've seen a teacher in a group setting struggle to understand him, to feel embarrassed that they don't understand him. Then it came to Charlie's turn. "Charlie. Five. Chocolate," he said. They moved on to the next child. "They understood him" I whispered to my friend Erin. They understood him.
We have a little more than a week to raise $500 for Team Mustache. I hope you'll consider helping.