Aidan is taking swim lessons at the Y this month and has really been enjoying them. The pool where he does lessons is indoors and normally either Jon or I will swim with Max to keep him entertained during Aidan's lesson. Yesterday after swim lessons finished we all decided to swim for a bit. All four of us had been swimming for a few minutes when all of a sudden we saw a woman near us flag down one of the lifeguards. As he approached, she pointed to it... a turd in the pool! The lifeguard said, "Are you sure it isn't sand? We've had a lot of sand in the pool lately." The woman replied, "No. I'm sure. It's poop." The lifeguards blew their whistles and everyone paraded out of the pool. Who would do something like that? Disgusting! They were going to have to shut down to pool to remove the poo and add more chemicals. Aidan complained bitterly that we had to get out, he was just starting to have fun. I was side eyeing every small child getting out of the pool. Who was the pooping culprit?
A minute or so after we got out of the pool, Jon took Max with him to the bathroom as Aidan and I dried off and started to pack up. An older gentleman climbed out of the hot tub and dove into the pool head first. As he surfaced, he rubbed the poo-water out of his eyes as one of the lifeguards frantically gestured at him to get out. "Sir, we've had to close the pool. You need to get out now. There's... well there's poop in the pool." The man briskly walked to the stairs to exit with a disgusted expression. On the deck, four or five lifeguards gathered to come up with a game plan. There was much discussion and pointing. After a few minutes, one lifeguard approached the pool with a net and bucket and tried to fish out the turd. As all this was happening I was wondering, "Where in the world is Jon?"
Suddenly, Jon exited the locker room holding Max with a strange expression on his face. "We need to go. Now!" I must have had a bewildered look on my face, because he started to explain. Once he got into the bathroom he caught a whiff of something from Max's diaper... You guessed it, folks. My child was the mystery pooper. Poor Jon hadn't been expecting this and took off Max's diaper in the bathroom stall. He attempted to clean Max up with toilet paper. Holding a filthy, squirming one year old in one hand while attempting to clean him up with the other is no easy feat. Somehow, he managed at which point he high tailed it out of the bathroom with Max sans diaper, wrapped in a towel.
As you can imagine I was shocked and embarrassed. We quickly packed up and tried to act low key as we left in a hurry. The whole time, Aidan was asking loudly, "Why would someone poop in the pool, Momma. Why?!" Max was as happy as ever and didn't seem at all ashamed of his behavior. Parenthood is so humbling and this was another one of those humbling moments. Suffice it to say, next time we're at the pool I'll be putting Max in a disposable AND cloth swim diaper for extra protection.
What's one of your humbling parenthood moments? I'd love to hear!
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