The Olympics have taken center stage at our castle.

Prince No. 3 at 6 years of age is already showing promise for the 2016 swim team. Never mind that he can't swim across the pool without grabbing the side at least once.

He has perfected his warm-up moves gleaned from Michael Phelps. After standing on the edge of the pool shaking out his arms he makes me count down to the start of the race.

After I yell, "GO!" he belly flops in, dog paddles to the other side, and makes a turn that might come in under two and a half minutes. Gasping for breath by this time, he reels his way to the finish line.

Hanging over the buoy line while spitting water, he whips off his goggles to stare at his imaginary scoreboard. He is always in first place, imagine that, and commences to pump his arms and occasionally seeks out my face in the crowd.

He hasn't worked his way up to a medal ceremony yet but I see him eyeing the coffee table.