Let me first apologize. You can not believe how embarrassed I am that you caught me staring at you...repeatedly.
I am very sorry, I could not tear my eyes away and focus on anything else, like say, umm, perhaps..... Hayden's swim lesson.
When you came in I had to look twice, and then a third time, and then again.
I was just in shock, seriously how old are you?
Much of the time I was staring, I was trying to figure out your age.
I didn't think you were a prematurely gray haired 50 year old.
I figure you have been a member of AARP since the first George Bush was President.
Retired for at least 10 years.
You are older than my father.
And Sir, can I just say....
Ok, I know, it is so wrong, you are probably 70 years old. But I have NEVER seen muscles like that in my entire life...except on one man..
Or as I like to call him
And then I figured it out...
... You must be Matthew's grandfather or his father's much older brother.
There is no way those muscles are not related.
Again, I apologize for staring. I realize you and your muscles would like some privacy.
And next time, when I remember to bring my camera, please ignore the flash, I am just taking pictures of my son in swim lessons. I would never take pictures of you to post here on my blog.... No, that would just be wrong.
See you Thursday morning and give my love to Matthew.
The drooling, open mouthed, crazy, staring lady on the bench at the pool