I took Jocelyn for a swim in our pool this afternoon before dinner. We had a blast splashing around! The kid loves the pool. I'm so glad, although it's also so dangerous since she is braver than she is skilled.
She was standing on the top step in the pool when she sort of squatted. I thought she was getting ready to jump down to a lower step. Then she started shouting something that I *thought* confirmed my suspicion, but I was wrong. She yelled:
Ready...
Set...
POOP!
She then leaned into her squat a bit more and farted. Just thinking about it, even now, makes me laugh. I don't know where she learned this trick (obviously daycare, but I still find it surprising).
For the record, she didn't poop in her swimsuit. But I still scoooped her out of the pool. We went back in, but she did a grunty thing on the top step again and I figured I didn't want to chance poop in the pool, so we went inside. And, of course, she didn't have a poop all night, so I was just a mean mommy that made her stop swimming. But it was not a chance I was willing to take :-P.
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