Half a year ago we had a Really Scary Moment.
On a hot sunny day, the kids were playing in the surf at The Mount, and all of a sudden a big wave swept M5 off his feet. Thankfully, Deb of the Sparkly Ears heard his panicked shriek and I dashed into the waves, clothes and all (for a fleeting moment I was gonna drag off my jeans, but realised I wasn't wearing audience-friendly-undergarments, lol). Just as I reached M5 and grabbed hold of his arm, another freak wave crashed to the shore and swept both of us back under the surface. For a brief second the thought of, "How will I find M5 if he gets swept out?" flashed through my mind, and as I came up for air, I lifted my head and saw that R13 was pulling him out of the surf.
It was definitely an Angel Moment.
Since then, M5 hasn't gone near the surf waves. And he's been holding his nose if ever he dips his head under the quiet-water.
Not any more... bring on the swimming lessons:
our boy is being transformed into a Fish!!!!!