My Mermaid

This girl could spend hours in the tub. She's always been a fish. Before she could officially "swim" she would dive down to the bottom of the pool, eyes wide open underneath the water, cheeks puffed with her air supply. Not knowing how to come up for air, she would kick her way along the bottom of the pool until one of us would frantically catch her up and bring her to the surface. It was nerve racking watching her do this. The day she learned to come up for air was the day I let out a long relief of an exhale. That day we both learned how to "breathe" in the pool. Now, if I could only get her out of the tub...