Swimming Lady by Debbie Mascot
Instead of going to work after my doctor's appointment, I borrowed the next door neighbors' granddaughter yesterday. We went swimming at the community pool. All the moms flocked to me as One of Them, since I am clearly a soon-to-be-mom. I made some different kinds of friends, but, truly, I had more fun playing in the pool with their kids than sitting there discussing adult things with them.
One little boy stuck to me like glue. He wanted to know all about where I went to school and who my teacher was. It's hard to explain to a 5-year-old that even though you act their age playing water choo choo, you really do go to work and not school.
My neighbors' granddaughter is the most adorable thing. She thinks Choppers is her dog and they are in love. She feeds him treats (like full steaks and whole ribs) and she said that her farts smell worse than he does. Really. She said that. She's five now and while we had our play date, she told me all about her future husband (his name's Austin, but she doesn't like that name so she'll have him change it to "Michael.") and how he'll do all the driving, since she likes sitting in the passenger seat. Her children will be named, "Michael, Gavin, Flower, Abby and Jessica." Flower, Abby and Jessica will be born first and then Michael and Gavin. After I pointed out that it would be hard to know who she was yelling at when she yelled, "MICHAEL!" -her husband or her son- she decided that her son Michael could be named Austin instead.
Another little girl that was playing water choo choo with us all screamed, "SOMEONE TAKE ME POTTY NOW!!!!" and her mom came running and dragged her out of the pool. They came back in a few minutes and she yelled, "SWIMMING LADY! I WENT POTTY AND POOPOO BY MYSELF!"
I am Swimming Lady.