It's long sleeved, and stretchy of course. Putting a long sleeved, lycra top on a boy with sunblocked arms is never easy. But who said life would be easy?
As I'm slowly inching the sleeve down over his arm, there's this crinkly, plastic noise. "Nate, what are you holding in your hand?" I asked him. He's known to secretly clutch things in his fist for hours at a time, after all. This morning it was 3 small volcanic rocks that I discovered when we arrived at his speech appointment. So I wondered what it was this time--whatever it was, it was sure making it hard to get his shirt on. "I don't know," he replied. Hmmm.
Finally, his fist came through the opening of the sleeve and he opened it. And this was in his hand:
Ewwwwww!!! And it was alive!! (The bug, not the clothespin, of course.) He and I both screamed, and he flung it from his hand as hard as he could. Then he burst into tears. Obviously, this gimormous bug had found a home in Nate's shirt while I'd left it to dry. The wings are huge--that's what had made it sound like something wrapped in plastic.
He clung to me for a moment, all 5 year old boy bravado momentarily abandoned. "I'm sorry buddy," I said. He wailed through tears, "I thought it was a lolly! I thought it was a lollyyyyy!!"
And I thought, here is a child that is only used to the good kind of surprise. Who else would assume that a large, unseen object in your hand is a lolly, miraculously appearing in the sleeve of your swim shirt? Nate assumes that life is just this good to him. I found that sentiment funny and sweet, and a little heartbreaking--as I guess a mama would.
Needless to say, I think we'll all be a little more cautious from here on.