After I lowered Big I's mattress the other week, someone discovered that it is a great place to hide.
He's not always very good at it, though.
I mean, really not very good.
Big I had his first trip to the pool yesterday where we did more than stick our feet in. He liked splashing and sitting on the step, but wasn't too sure about the dunking. When I put his life jacket on, he just wouldn't move at all; he just laid there, frozen with his eyes closed while floating on his back. At least there was no crying. All in all, a fairly neutral reaction.
We encountered a bit of trouble with a sea monster's very big hood on the way home, however.
Big I handled the beast quite well single-handedly.