Life Aquautic

I never full realized it until this summer that children turn into fishes June through August.

It's some kind of strange magnetic pull that brings children to the beaches and swimming pools when the thermometer hits 80 degrees. Away go the sweaters and jeans. Out come the tank tops, shorts, capris, flip flops and of course...bathing suits.

As a kid, I remember spending a lot of time in the water. It's just what you did to stay cool. Mom would take us to the public swimming pool. We'd set up our fort of beach towels, coolers, lawn chairs and books and get ready to spend the afternoon cannonballing and smelling of sunscreen.

Will and Kate, the two kids I'm nannying for the summer, are no exception to the "children turn aquatic" rule. The first day of memorial weekend witnessed the inogoral swim in their summer house's swimming pool. Two hours were filled with their laughter, splashing and a few diving lessons.

Later that day, we went to the beach. It's as though they hadn't gotten enough of the water and sun and were just itching for the sand between their toes. The beach was a botonical garden of color, filled with kids in bright swim suits. They all had the same desire to reach the sun.

It takes a whole year of snow, rain, and cold for that feeling to grow again, but it quickly does...and the kids are back in the water.