Poo Teabag at Walt Disney World

When I went to Disney World on a family trip a number of years ago, we decided to take a day off from the parks and go swimming at the Wilderness Lodge pool.  My partner, Bill, and I agreed to babysit while the parents went sailing.  I had an easy enough time with the 5 year old who only wanted to use the slide.  Bill was in the baby pool with the two year old.  Occasionally I would look over and see him dunking her in the pool and hear her giggle.  At a designated time, we agreed to switch off and I took the 2 year old from him, continuing the swinging motion as I carried her back to our spot.  I swung her high in the air from left to right and she giggled...back and forth, over people's head and reclining bodies as I walked backwards to our chairs, giggling all the way.

It was then that I noticed the rain.  Well...what FELT like rain.  I chalked it up to her wet bathing suit and continued swinging her back and forth between the two rows of occupied lounge chairs.  Suddenly, I happened to notice a brown spot on my arm...then another....and another...and another.  It was at that point that everything turned into slow motion and I fully comprehended what was happening AND that I had swung her over the heads and bodies of at least 60 people.  I looked up at her and she looked down at me and said, very matter of factly, "Poopy."   I'm sure I had a facial expression you only see in Lifetime Original Movies, as I screamed, "Biiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllll!"

Bill came and took the tyke into the men's room while I ran for the complementary guest towels (Sorry Wilderness Lodge!).  When I came back in, she was sitting in the sink of the men's room happy as a clam getting a bath and splashing about in the suds.  Finally she emerged in swaddling terrycloth, all sweetness and light.

I was sure that the Disney police were going to eject us and that I would emerge from the men's room to face an angry poo-covered mob.  But none of that happened.  I guess they just shrugged it off.  Maybe they figured that it just rains brown in Florida.  Or that someone was overzealously eating chocolate mousse.

I did learn two important things about parenting that day...never dunk a toddler in a kiddie pool like a teabag and while "Swimmies" might be WATER proof...they evidently aren't POO proof.