With the advent of age eight has come a new wealth of independence. We spent two hours at the local pool on Sunday, and Claire, who had never really had much freedom there due to the strict-but-purposeful regulations about kids under 8 requiring additional supervision, suddenly found her freedom. With her non-kid wristband, I tempted her with that freedom, and she took it… which led to her successfully passing her deep swim test (a lifeguard watches you swim a length and draws a happy face on your arm)… which led to her jumping off the diving board about a half dozen times… which led to me swimming a couple of laps, relaxing in the steam room and chilling in the hot tub while she went off and did her own thing rather than hanging off my neck and forcing me to entertain her. I think I’m gonna like Swimming Version Two. I think we both are.