No, I am not having an affair with some kind of speedo wearing Cuban pool boy … but if I ever get around to writing a Harlequin romance novel, I will definitely work that into the plot.
Actually, Riaz has started taking Aiman to the little pool/hot tub in our building. Aiman loves (LOVES!) it. I think he wonders what he ever did without the pool. If he could spend the entire day at the pool, he would. It’s a good thing too, with the flippers that kid has he is definitely the next Michael Phelps (without all the pot smoking and Vegas strippers of course).
I mean look at the kid.
He’s an adorable little beast.
Riaz has been trying to teach him how to float on his back, it’s not his favorite, but he’s starting to tolerate it. Witness the progression …
See … he’s (sorta) getting the hang of it.
I don’t really have any witty comments about Aiman’s pool time, he’s just so freakin’ cute I had to do a whole post on it. Sorry … mom’s license.
My favorite shot:
Riaz’s favorite shot: