I was listening to a radio program this morning and they were asking people to be honest and admit if they peed in the pool. Giggling to myself, it brought back a few pool memories of my kiddos.
When Claire was about 4 years old and Taylor was 3 we lived in an apartment complex where we were regulars at the pool. The problem was our apartment was not close enough to the pool for us to run back and forth for potty breaks. Claire came to me and said she needed to go pee pee. I told her to go and pee in the pool, every little kid in here does it and it was not big of a deal. Claire looked at me like I was crazy and I did my best to justify this action with a 4 year old.
Claire slowly walked back to the pool, stood on the first step, and pulled her little bathing suit aside so her popo (our family word for vagina) was exposed. I ran over to her with a "what are you doing?" as she calmly explained to me that she was NOT going to pee pee on her "babin suit".
Not much longer after our little episode with Claire, we were out at the pool again. Taylor was happily splashing on the top step when he froze, stood up, and started to scream his head off. We had no idea what the hell was wrong with him! My x goes to him and grabs him by his little hand to walk him over to me. Before he even takes his third step, a huge turd falls out of his swim shorts and plops onto the floor where x accidentally steps on it. I was laughing my damn head off!!