Dear Diary. Today's Sunday. I took 3-year-old swimming. He was having a great time, getting different floats and showing me how he could swim with them.

Outside, an attractive woman was exercising. A brunette with big boobs. A gym bunny. She was jumping up onto a wooden box and then back down again. Every time she jumped, her boobs jiggled in her sports bra. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye, and I was so riveted that I almost didn't see that 3-year-old had lost one of his floats and was splashing around helplessly, spluttering water from his mouth and trying not to drown.