Sobering Realization

This Saturday is the annual McPolack 4th of July extravaganza. For many years, the extravaganza has been held in close proximity to a swimming pool. When I was a wee one, I spent hours and hours and hours in the pool. I only got out to eat.

I did not get out to go to the bathroom.

Now that the kids I used to swim with have kids of their own, all I can think when I see those kids with their kids, floating and splashing and playing in the lovely inground pool at the McPolack homestead is pee pee pee pee pee pee pee.

And if they've got a diaper on, number two.

I no longer swim on the 4th of July.