I have already resolved that the only thing I'm going to do about this is b*tch on my blog about it. I'm not going to get anybody fired. I'm not going above anyone's head. I'm just plain not going to make any waves...but I'm right, and he's wrong.
You know I'm loving my health club these days...right?
The kiddos are loving camp...so...no worries...right?
Cut to pick up tonight. "Mrs Warden, can I have a moment with you?" the camp director says.
"Well sh*t, this can't be good:/" I think in my head.
"We're having a problem with The Little Man. He doesn't want to participate, and the biggest problem is, he doesn't want to swim. This means I have to have a counselor out of the pool to watch him, and that's not good."
I'm like..."I told you at the sign up that swimming was going to be a problem for The Little Man. You assured me that, that wouldn't be a problem, and that nobody had to swim who didn't want to swim."
To which he said..."I used to teach special needs kids. Have you had him tested?"
"Ummm...no I have not had him tested. Tested for what, not liking swimming?"
WTF?!? This camp director has known my child all of 3 days, and he's diagnosing him as special needs...because he doesn't want to swim? It's not even that I'm mad about the idea of him being special needs. If for one second I thought he was, I'd do everything I could to help him. It's that he's been through a year of preschool, spent countless hours in the playroom, and he's never had a problem. Now some guy who I've only met once is asking me about having my son tested. That just sits badly with me.
SO...here I am...feeling bad about camp:/ I'm taking the day off of tennis tomorrow, and taking The Little Man to the pool to try to make friends with the water...which seems a lot more productive than having him tested...for not wanting to swim.