A few weeks ago my brother John got married. Woohoo! It was an awesome weekend, filled with a lot of laughs.
And a little bit of competition. I mean, when you get siblings together, there is always competition, no?
There was that weekend, no doubt.
My sister and her family stayed at a nearby hotel with a pool. Saturday morning we headed over for a little swim with the kids.
Or so we said.
The pool was slightly larger than a large bathtub, slightly smaller than....a small pool. Probably about 20 yards long. And filled with kids.
And adults who still act like them. Present company included.
I don't remember who's idea it was first. I believe it was Brendan's, but I can't be sure. I looked up at one point from taking a nice, relaxing dip to see Brendan and Leigh Mai churning up the entirely tiny pool in crazy wavy fashion to see who could beat whom to the other end.
I think it was a tie. Then it was game on.
Jeff took up the challenge and made it to the other end of the pool before his wife and my brother without using his arms. I think he might be part fish.
Mind you, we were not the only swimmers in the pool. There were other families there with their children, trying to enjoy nice, calm family time.
But we continued to get carried away.
I finally decided to give it a try. I lost to my brother. Nearly tied my sister. Then lost to my son, who I am told got a full body length head start. He doesn't like to lose, and is not above cheating apparently.
Next time, we are going to Google the nearest Olympic distance swimming pool, bring goggles and, of course, a stop watch.
I guess we just bring it out in each other. Which is not the worst thing in the world.