There are not a lot of options for keeping three active boys occupied in the winter when it’s 14 degrees with the wind chill. So I made the difficult choice to take all three on my own to the rec center pool.
It is certainly no small undertaking to get all of them changed in the locker room, get a swim diaper on Thing 3, chase after them in the pool, then dried off and dressed again. But when the weather is this cold, it’s necessary. We got changed, stuffed all our stuff into a locker, and headed to the pool.
After just 20 minutes of fun in the pool, the lifeguard whistles blew. Adult swim? Really? Then the word quickly spread. There was poop in the pool at the bottom of the slides near where we were playing. Pool closed for at least 45 minutes. Game over.
Thing 3 was a prime suspect. Come to think of it, he hadn’t had his usual dirty diaper that morning. I checked his swim diaper and it appeared clean. But like JFK’s shooting, we can never be sure.