Da Pool

Last night Oma Darlene came to visit us for dinner. It was her birthday and the LW cooked a magnificent dinner. We finished it off with a chocolate ganache torte from Trader Joe's and put a candle in the middle of it for Oma and CP to blow out. It was fun. With Oma not having to host, she actually had time to sit still and talk. She told us of Iowa and cornfields and it was great to hear vignettes of her life as a 1st generation American born to German immigrants. We're so lucky that we found her.

CP and I got out this morning and hit the pool at the Ott Y. She had fun, but in full sun and with the day's warmth beginning, her teeth started to chatter after 20 minutes or so. She kicked her feet, enjoyed flying off of the edge of the pool with me, tolerated the 1-2-3-dunk stuff, and awed the young lifeguard girls with her cuteness. We were drying off when a small boy who was in a swim class was telling his mom that he didn't want to go in the water. She started in on him for whining, asking him if she could have his "Disney World money" back since she had paid for the class ( a whole $25 for two weeks). He didn't like this and she lit into him even more for his continued insistence about not wanting to get in the pool. I just cringed as the little kid was berated by his "mother" and another woman who was her "friend". I heard the "mother" say that she "hopes that her next one isn't as big of a whiner as this one". I had to choke back the reflex to tell her what this does to kids, but maybe she already knows first hand and doesn't even realize what a jackass she is. I only hope that this woman decides not to breed again. The boy must have been 2 or 3 years old.