The Olympics are underway and today there was women's pairs diving. The baby, who usually scorns TV (on days when you really need a break you find yourself wishing he'd just sit and stare at CBeebies for 20min but no such luck...) suddenly paid attention. He gaped as each pair of divers took to the diving board and bounced, then twisted and turned before hitting the water and appearing underwater to resurface and make their way to the side, anxiously watching the judging screens for their marks. He sat on my knee and stayed still and attentive throughout, seeming to espcially enjoy the slow-motion replays and the underwater sequences. I wondered if it was because of his swimming classes, if he could see that it was something akin to what he had experienced. Thus, his bespoke commentary by yours truly featured Water Babies-style lingo. "Divers, Ready, Go!" I exhorted, followed by "Wheeeeee - Splash!"(a little known technical expression used in diving) and, as they swam to the side and reached out for the edge, "Hold On, Hold On, Hold On."
The divers ignored this last safety warning, instead grabbing the edge only briefly and hauling themselves out in quick graceful moves. Still, I forgive them. They're probably past Intermediate One. I expect they're in the Advanced class.
The divers ignored this last safety warning, instead grabbing the edge only briefly and hauling themselves out in quick graceful moves. Still, I forgive them. They're probably past Intermediate One. I expect they're in the Advanced class.
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