This is my youngest son a few years ago. He is the only child of six who doesn’t love the water. The day of this picture, we’d gone to a local lake to swim on a hot day. He usually didn’t like the water, and would play in the sand at the shore. But the day was hot, and the water was comfortable, and shallow. So, after watching his older brothers and sisters frolic and play in the water, my young son tried to follow them. And he fell down. I picked him up in a hurry, but the look on his face says it all: ‘I can’t believe you let me fall!’

The moral of the story? The same as all the morals over here: teach your child to swim. Or something. Maybe there is no moral to this story. Ahem. And I’ll be sure he learns how to swim, too.