**Warning: This article contains graphic poo content***
We’ve had a fair few rainy days lately and that can mean only one thing: every parent in the country freaking out about how to entertain their kids until the sun comes back.
We were lucky enough with the Easter break until the very last few days, in that we got out and about loads with our two kids to parks, playgrounds and outdoor events.
But with yesterday’s planned outdoor adventure rained off, we decided to bring the kids swimming to our local public pool instead.
We’ve been there loads of times and the kids love it. It’s all pretty contained and not too busy, which is perfect for our two (4 and 1) and it has a few basic features – a separate baby pool and a river rapid.
The benefits to bringing kids swimming are obvious: they are always really hungry for their dinner afterwards and they are always wiped out and ready for bed, so it’s a no-brainer.
Getting Jacob (4) to leave is always hard and so he was still negotiating his five-minute countdown by the time my partner Alan had already gotten out with our baby daughter.
‘It’s closing soon’ I lied to him for the umpteenth time as he questioned ‘WHY?!” did he have to leave.
With that, the lifeguard blew her whistle and announced that everyone to leave the pool please, for fifteen minutes while they ‘cleaned up’.
Yes, our local public pool had a floater and the mass exodus was as speedy as you might imagine.
We, naturally, stayed in the pool showers a little longer than normal and eventually got our two hungry and happy kids home for dinner and bed.
This afternoon, just as I had grabbed the nappy and wipes to catch my baby girl who was running around in her nappy with a very obvious stinker, my dad innocently asked,
‘What’s that?’ as he picked up a round, beige item from the floor.
One sniff confirmed that Eva had indeed ‘misplaced’ some poo from her nappy while she was wandering about.
Dad was completely grossed out and she’s his granddaughter! He actually had to leave the room.
I was so embarrassed that I of course have disinfected my dad’s floor since and we’ll probably never speak of it again.
But now, I’m also wondering – COULD IT HAVE BEEN HER POO IN THE POOL YESTERDAY TOO?
We can now never ever return. Thanks, Eva.
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