She squeals as she's in the air and tucks into a little ball before she splashes in the water and I tense. I know she can capably swim, but as her father, I can't help but constantly worry, even as she doggy-paddles her way back after making a big splash, attaching herself to my side.

I hitch her up and brush wet hair away from her face. "That was fun?"

"Great!" she pipes up at Skinny. I let her go and she swims to his side. "Uncle Skinny, can I ride on your back like a turtle?"