The other night in the tub, Elle got very carefully on her stomach, balanced herself on both hands and one foot, and started looking over her shoulder to watch herself kick with her one free leg.
I'm not very bright, so I had no idea what this was about. "What are you doing, sweetie?" I asked her.
"I swih-ing, mama! Swih-ing!" She was swimming.
Periodically, she'd put her mouth in the water and blow bubbles, getting better at it over the course of the bath. She worked very hard on this swimming, only taking a break when I convinced her to sit down so I could rinse her hair. Every so often she'd say to herself, with great satisfaction, "swih-ing!"
Her last swimming lesson was a few months ago, but clearly they made an impression.