L

Violet started her newest swim session yesterday.  For the first time all summer, she has a young woman as her instructor.  I am kind of glad that she does, just so that I can see how she does with a female teacher.  Her behavior hasn't been stellar with her male instructors, even though she's come to like them all.  Plus, unlike in years past with Jack's teacher, I haven't been blown away by how well any of them have been with the kids this year.

Violet's new teacher's name is L.  So far, I think she's been the most enthusiastic and engaged with the kids.  She's also been the most complimentary of Violet, and I was hoping that the feeling was reciprocated.  In the car on the way home, I asked Violet how she liked her new instructor.

"I like E," Violet responded.

E was her old teacher and the one who put her in timeout two times.

"But do you like L?" I asked.

"No," said Violet.  Then she paused.  "Will she be sad?"

"Will she be sad if you don't like her?  Probably."

"I don't want her to be sad," Violet said.

"Why don't you like her?" I asked, just trying to make sure that it wasn't for any reason other than she wasn't Eric.

"I don't want to talk," Violet said.

Heh.

Today, on the way to swim class, Violet and I started talking about her new teacher again.

"Do you think you'll like L today?" I asked her.

"No," Violet said, "I don't like her."

I let the subject drop.  A few minutes later, Violet said, "I like L."

"Okay," I answered.

"But don't tell her that I like her," Violet said.

"Why not?"

"Just don't tell her that I like her."

Okay!

Three-year-olds are funny.