Friday, September 23, 2011

There’s no way I’m going back in there

This Fall I finally enrolled the kids in swim lessons. After spending several summers watching them paddle around the neighborhood pool and sink like rocks, I thought it was time they learned the proper way to swim.
Sinking or floating?...Jury's still out
The first class proved to be an interesting life lesson. There I am sitting on the bleachers of a very noisy, very hot indoor pool watching the kids flap around in the water when all of a sudden Alexander pops up and announces he needs to go to the bathroom. I point to the men’s locker room and off he goes.
A few minutes later he comes back out with a look of surprise and terror on his face. He walks up to me and says “Mom, there’s no way I’m going back in there!”
Knowing that there were likely several older boys in the locker room after their swim practice, I said “Oh, is it crowded because of all the boys from the swim team?”
 Alexander, in his 9-year-old voice, loudly shouts for all to hear, “Not boys, MEN!”
Now I don’t know about you, but I didn’t think that the crowded indoor pool was the best place to attempt to explain to Alexander that he possessed the same equipment as those “men” and he shouldn’t be concerned about going into the locker room.  So, sensing the audience of other parents waiting for my response, I instead offered to take him into the ladies locker room with me.
His look of complete disgust was answer enough.
See, Alexander? There really are worse places than the men’s locker room.

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