Jim's company picnic was this past Saturday. Since it was for the employees and their families, there was a huge blow-up water slide with a pool at the bottom, and a bounce house for the kids. Eli had a ton of fun in the bounce house, and he really wanted to play in the pool, so about a half hour or so before we were going to leave, I decided to let him get in a splash around a bit. I took off his diaper, of course, so he was just in shorts. [Start ominous music here] I'm sure there are many of you who know where this is going. One of the young girls came over to play in the pool as well, and she and Eli splashed and screamed for a few minutes. Then Eli got kind of quiet. I had a bad feeling about this, but somehow I didn't think quickly enough to stop what happened next. After a couple minutes, the girl looked down in the pool, and sitting on the bottom of the pool was something she thought was...a leaf. I looked down and immediately knew what it was, but before I could get it out, she called her grandpa over to "get it out of the pool". I just kind of froze, as this man I did not know came over, reached down in the pool, and fished out...my child's poo. That's right. My son pooped in the pool. As soon as he had casually flung the poo out into a field, I begged Jim to get Eli out of the pool quickly. He did, but not before Eli let a couple more go. He scooped Eli up and gave him to me to get cleaned up and dried off, and then Jim got the illustrious honor of removing the rest of his excrement from the pool.
Needless to say, we left pretty quickly after that. Thankfully, the only other person who knew about it (other than the little girl), was the man who handled the poo.
...eeeeeeeeeew.
