It looks as if this year’s November verses are going to be diary entries.
November verse 2: Swimming with a two-year-old He pushes me, says, 'Go way, Poppa!' If I go away he'll drown. Still, I obey. It's only proper. Kicking, flailing, he goes down then back up in my arms and grinning, safe, a little shaken – winning. Sister swims, so he will too: skip the learning, let's just do! The class begins: a different story. Ring a rosy, crocodile, wobble wobble, throw the ball: each game a challenge, fun or scary. Splash! We laugh and cry. We play. We learn, it seems, just by-the-way.