We are at the pool, and the T-Bot (who two weeks ago refused to even put his mouth in the water, let alone his whole face, or his whole body) is showing The Daddy how he can dive for squid weights. With help. 

The Daddy throws the weights to the bottom, and the T-Bot dives down, down, down. Scoops up the weights and then sits on the bottom of the pool. Puts an arm up and waits patiently. 

Look!” says The Daddy, his eyes sparkling with pride and excitement, “He’s underwater!”

“Yes,” I call pointedly. “He’s underwater!!!!!!”

“Wow!!!” says The Daddy, all emotional (His son is becoming a man), “Underwater! Underwater!”

“Um, The Daddy!” I yell, he’s UNDERWATER!!!!! 

“Oh! SH–” 

Clearly their technique needs a little refinement. On both sides.