When Jamie was 5, I think, Nathan and I were in the kitchen at night, arguing. I remember looking out the window and I saw him playing basketball by the pool. Somewhere between all the yelling and the next time I looked out, he had disappeared and uh, I went outside and he was floating face down in the pool. And we didn't know how long he had been out there. Nathan pulled him in, and eventually he coughed and cried, but he was okay.