Pool-time papa

Sorry to have two dookie posts in a row, but after all, this blog is dedicated to some of the more unseemly parts of raising the kiddo. Plus, this didn't directly happen to me so I can think it's funny.

Scott and I took G-man to the city pool yesterday. It's Memorial Day weekend, the sun was kind of shining and it was really a good day to go. He had a blast with his toys in the water, played in some fountains, wandered the deck, had a little snack and didn't even freak out when he accidentally went under water.  As we were getting ready to leave, we noticed he may be a little stinky. Rather than have him in wet clothes and yuck for the 5-minute ride home, we opted to change him. I (loosely) volunteered to do it, but Scott took on the role of Super Dad and took control.

I waited outside the changing rooms.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, they emerged. But, instead of being in a dry outfit, G-man was still in his wet rash guard top, and there was a diaper but no pants. There was, however, a frazzled looking papa with a large bundle under his arms.

"There was poop everywhere," is how I was greeted.

Ok, sure, I get that. He filled his swim diaper and it wasn't fun. But where is his toy bucket? Why isn't he dressed? Why do we seem to be fleeing the pool complex as if part of a crime scene?

I badgered on, "What took so long? Why isn't he dressed?"

Again, "There was poop everywhere."

Turns out, he really meant everywhere. Somehow in their changing interlude, the G-man managed to get poop on his swim trunks, the bench, the wall, Scott and I still don't get this, his toys and his bucket. At least he seemed to have spared passers-by. We think.

The lack of proper clothing and the mystery bundle were explained in the effort to get out and home as quickly as possible. After all, no one wants to linger after they were just submerged in poop. 

So we drove off, with a grumpy papa, a clueless munchkin, a slightly amused mama and a trunk full of things for the laundry.

Imagine if we had been there more than an hour.

(I will do a side-note endorsement here: we use the iPlay swim diaper and if there really was that much, I am extremely impressed with its performance. No leakage in the pool at all.)