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The 9-year-old swimming lesson was going swimmingly. My daughter (so I’m told by my wife) was working on her breast stroke and my 3-year-old twins were busy on the nearby playground.
Life was almost peaceful.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, my wife saw a one-year-old toddler dash from the playground slide straight to the pool edge. My wife jumped to her feet, took two quick steps, intent on intercepting the speeding child, when, seemingly out of nowhere, the girl’s mother swooped in, scooped her up and returned her to the playground.