Michael Phillips

Last week we were running errands at Sports Authority and Luke screamed, "Look Mommy! Michael Phelps!" I was floored that he not only knew who Michael Phelps was, but could recognize him on sight. Apparently Daddy's Olympic watching made an impact!

Later, as we were walking into his swimming lessons, he said, "I'm Michael Phillips, right Mommy?" I tried to correct him, but this time he swore the name was Michael Phillips, and that Luke had indeed become Michael Phillips in the flesh.

The good and bad news is that Michael Phillips has no fear of the water. He will stand on the pool's edge, waiting to belly flop on in, hollering, "closer, closer, closer, closer, closer, back, back, backer, back, closer, STOP!" to the person who is to catch him. But thanks to the warm summer and his lessons at the Torrance Plunge, Luke is getting to be a decent little swimmer, so I don't worry too much.

It's really too bad Luke didn't connect to any of the male gymnasts the way he did to Michael Phelps. I would've loved to see Scott's reaction if Luke shouted, "I'm Alexander 'Sasha' Artemev!"