Whilst my wife was on a don't-ask-don't-tell trip to Las Vegas with some of our good friends from college (the don't-ask-don't-tell relates primarily to food), I spent some vacation time from work to watch the kids. The children dreamed up all kinds of mayhem for us to perform while mom was away, mostly involving long Wii sessions. After sufficiently denying our bodies a source of vitamin D, we trekked over to the house of some good friends. They have a large pool set up, as Steve is a certified scuba dive instructor. Caleb chattered about the pool constantly before we left for their house, on the way over, and the entire time we did not have him in the pool. When we first arrived, Steve was finishing up a lesson with some friends, interesting Caleb immediately.

"I want to go scuver diving! Can I go scuver diving, Daddy?!?"

I know little-to-nothing of what is required for proper scuba diving, let alone the scuver version. Steve wrapped up his session, we grilled out on their deck, and then Steve gave one of his sons a first lesson in the pool. Caleb watched the setup and the lesson very closely, making sure to interject "Is it my turn to go scuver diving yet?" every 3.2 seconds and rooting through the equipment laying on the ground, looking for something that he might need to put on in order to be more elligible for a dive. He enjoyed watching Steve put on the now-cold wetshirt he had used before the cookout. I didn't know Steve could dance.

Steve's son finished his session, and Caleb (already clad in a life jacket) was plunged into the pool. It had cooled off considerably since we had arrived, but this was no deterrent for my son. He practically ignored the fact that his core body temperature dropped 2 degrees just by entering the pool. "Can I have flippers? Can I wear THAT? I want to do scuver diving." Steve was happy to help him out, and satisfied Caleb's thirst for the watersport with a snorkel-style experience with the breathing tank.

I think there must be something about kids not having any fear blockage that enables them to take right to anything having to do with water. He had no problems with sticking his begoggled face in the pool and breathing through a tube. He did have problems with bitting down enough to create a good seal for breathing, so he managed to swallow a little pool water. At least it hadn't been chlorinated yet.

He was none too happy when I pulled him out of the water. I won't be surprised if this kid wants more shots at the scuver pool this summer.