Tonight when we got to swim lessons, Harper's regular teacher, Eric, was there, but he was teaching some other kids. Harper and one girl had a teacher I hadn't seen before.
She was good, but from where I was sitting, it looked like she was teaching the stuff that Harper learned when he first started swim lessons. She said something to him and he got really mad and would scream everytime she tried to touch him. David, who runs the swim team, walked over to me and said Harper just didn't want to go under water. I told him to remind H that he'd get a sucker if he went under on his own. He passed on the message, but Harper didn't care.
The drama lasted about ten minutes, when finally, Dylan walked over to Eric, relieved him of his current task and sent him over to help Harper. Once Eric was in the water, it took about two seconds for Harper to smile and be all about swim lessons again. He went under on his own more than once. He paddled and kicked and had a great time.
Harper's used to Eric's teaching style and thinks he's pretty cool. So to know he was there, but have a different teacher who's showing you stuff you already know? Not very fun for a buddy. When we left, I told Eric that Harper and I are just creatures of habit. I hope it made him feel good to get in there and save the day.
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