After informing me that I was not qualified to teach him how to swim ("You are not a swim instuctor, Mommy. I need a real teacher."), we signed him up for lessons at a local school. With bona fide teachers. And he's doing great -- top of his class, in fact. There are only three of them, but we're still pretty proud.
Safety first, friends.
Waiting his turn.
At the end of each lesson, the kids get to go down the big slide. Weeeeee!!