Look at that boy's head!

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.

Connor Before

Connor After