Honestly papa, get a hair cut

This past Sunday marked my return to the pool. Papa and I put our swimming lessons on hiatus for the summer months but we jumped back into them this weekend. During our winter session, I was one of the smallest and youngest in the class but now I'm among the oldest and most experienced. I've already mastered the art of blowing bubbles, I am second-to-none in terms of arm splashing and I'm the queen of the leg kick. Now if only papa could get a hair cut before we go back swimming on Sunday that would be splendid.