If I ever get over the trauma of my first swim class, I will create a follow
up post. For now, just know that despite the fact I begged my mother to take me
home throughout the one hour session, my requests were cruelly denied.
More interestingly and less PTSD-inducing, you should probably know that on
the way out of swim class, I saw Stupid Connor. At two years old, he's looking
well. And by "looking well" I mean he finally seems to have grown
into his oversized cranium.
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| Connor Before |
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| Connor After |
