So it's been about 45 degrees in Toronto lately (no
exaggeration!) and it looks like the Farmer's Almanac was right
again. That's right, I grew up in the Prairies and I consider
the Farmer's Almanac as trustworthy as any Weather Network
scientists—it's okay, you can say it: hick. It's going to be a
long, hot summer. We've been surviving and the Sweaty Kids and I
are looking forward to hitting Toronto's various splash pads and
wading pools once they open next week.   But I have to confess,
I don't really take them swimming. I am actually not a great
swimmer. Despite my mother's insistence on year after year of
swimming lessons at the FREEZING cold lakes near our small town,
I am just not great in the water. I can get by, I can tread
water, I can even swim a bit to get a bit of exercise. But
Sweaty Daddy takes care of swimming lessons and pool parties. I
think once I've got a bit more time on my hands for hobbies and
the like, I'll take some adult swimming lessons and brush up on
my skills. If there is any wate