Bad Swim Teacher

I've posted here a little about Annabella's last swim teacher and what a terrible woman she is. Well, last night was the clincher.

The kids and I were in the car, on our way to help Andrew pick up his car from the shop (it's almost 9 years old, I guess it is allowed to need its first repair). Annabella were talking about what we'd be doing today. To a coffee shop to hang out with some other moms and kids. And in the afternoon, she has her new swim lessons.

Annabella says, "I hope I don't die."

I was flabbergasted, "What in the world would make you say that?"

"My old swim teacher said that."

She never mentioned it at the time. No wonder she projected her fear of the swim lessons into a fear of bathrooms. I said, "Remember what we talked about? How nothing that lady did or said was nice or OK? Well that goes for this situation as well. Focus on your new swim teacher, she's great."

And she is. One more unfortunate example that even if you're as freaky overprotective as I am, you can't really stop your child from having bad experiences. I guess in the big picture that is how she'll grow. Sometimes through having good experiences, sometimes through having bad.

I really hate the bad.