I’ve always thought the phrase “I don’t know where he/she gets it” was a line of parent bullshit when you really just want to cast yourself or your partner in a favorable light. Like, she’s so smart, I don’t know where she get it. (Me.) Or she’s so adorable, I don’t know where she gets it. (Me again.)

But this. I don’t know where she’s gets it. She loves to swim. So much it borders on obsession. If she sees someone in a swimsuit, she starts to take off her clothing. Our new neighbors have a pool and when she heard them pooling next door, it was all we could do to keep her from busting thru the fence and leaving a perfect Maxine outline in her path.

Neither Job nor I are avid swimmers. I mean, we do it, but combine our enjoyment of swimming and you still wouldn’t even approach our kid’s.

Pictured includes her swimming (floating) all by herself, which is her preferred swim company, doing some swim du soleil with Job, and jumping (!!) off the edge. Not pictured, her kicking back and floating in the water.

I don’t know where she gets it.