So swimming in the pool, I meet little 7-year old Jonah.
He sort of made himself known to me when he decided he wanted to race me on the swim board.
I was going just a little faster–and I reminded him that I had a key competitive advantage, fins.
He said, “Darn I should have brought mine!’
He asked how old I was, and I said a little older than you.
Not satisfied, he pressed the question, saying “I can tell you are an adult.”
So I had to cave and admit that, and pointing to my heart, added that “I am young at heart.”
Jonah’s in 1st grade, and wanted to know what grade I was in.
His guess was 4th grade, and I said “That’s about right.”
Jonah is from New Orleans visiting his grandmother for Passover.
She was watching him in the pool and smiling with grandmotherly nachos, ear-to-ear.
I told Jonah to make sure to treat his grandmother nicely.
But Jonah at this point had jumped into my swim lane and was in mock superhero fighting mode, and said “I want to punch you.”
I thought to myself, hmm it’s not only my wife that feels that way (LOL).
Anyway, it was clear that I had made a new friend with Jonah, who was off bobbing up and down in the water well over his head.
Bye Jonah–have a good time visiting for Passover.
(Source Photo: Dannielle Blumenthal)