Embarrassed

We were at the beach for the past couple of days and the water was about as warm as Atlantic Ocean water off the coast of New England can possibly be. I took full advantage of being able to swim without bone numbing cold. I went pretty far out and just floated on my back over the waves.... can't get much better than that. Vaguely I could hear Matthew calling me from shore, and now and then I'd stand up in the chest-deep water and wave to him to let him know that I was okay. After about a half an hour, I swam in, to find Matt very upset. According to him and April, Matt thought I was going to either 1) "float away," or 2) "sink."

I assured him that I am in fact a decent swimmer and neither of the two possibilities are likely to happen... but he continued to bring it up. I finally asked him why it bothered him so much that I like to float in the ocean. His answer?

"It embarrasses me!"

Yes, folks, he's four years old and already "embarrassed" by his mother.

*sigh*

I knew it would happen eventually. I told him to get used to the feeling. :)

[In my defense, after I picked myself off the sand from laughing so hard, I asked him what he thought "embarrassed" meant. He responded, "sad." But it makes for a funnier story if I pretend that he was really mortified to see his mother floating in the ocean like a beached whale.]