Owen does the opposite.
Monday he clamped onto my leg and wouldn't let go. He screamed for half an hour and I screamed right back.
Tuesday he pretended to listen for the first 5 minutes, then screamed as soon as it was time to get in the water.
Wednesday, he finally got in. He had a pouty face most of the time, but he listened and swam.
This has been one of the most frustrating weeks of their lives. He went full demon mode the first two days, if there weren't so many lifeguards around I would have dunked him in the water to shake him out of his screaming fits. So today was a win. A much needed win.
