A confessional fantastic.
At our apartment pool, nobody else there.
I was at the bottom end of the swimming pool sorting out some floats and toys for Little Q, she was half way up the pool picking up her armbands, 2 years old, and then running full speed into the deep end, holding her arm bands above her head.
I don’t think she had reached the bottom by the time I got to her, or realised what had happened, but I now know I can sprint 25m, pin-drop and retrieve a child in a few seconds. I know diving in is the way to do it, but I realised that I had to get a push off the bottom of the pool to get her to the top again.
Mrs Q once picked up the wrong wipe, which was a menthol one, and gave Mini Q a clean on her bits. Fortunately, she could talk then, and told us it was burning, or we would have had no idea why she was screaming.
Fortunate there was a bath of cold water there to dump her in.
Another pool related one from a mate.
His daughter lives with his mum, following some mischief in his younger days. His mum takes care of her, and over the last 5 years or so he has really got to know her better and become more of a dad.
Prior to this, he was very much a part-time dad, and very much disconnected, only around for birthdays, and fun things etc.
We all went swimming at a local pool with water slide, waves etc. Little Q was about 6 months old, his son was a year old and his daughter was 8.
Little Q and mini-raggie, wives and me were a bit cold so we all left, he stayed in the pool with his daughter, bonding.
He appeared mortified in the changing room about 20 minutes later.
He met an old friend in the pool and was chatting to him, when daughter asked if she could go on the slide.
After daughter had asked to go on the slide, he continued to talk to his old mate, shortly afterwards, he was asked by a lifeguard if “this is your daughter”
His immediate thoughts were “oh no who has she been fighting with this time” what the lifeguard said was “she just nearly drowned on the slide, did you not know she doesn’t know how to swim?”
Turns out when I was chatting to daughter before going in the pool, and asked if she could swim, she had said yes, because she was too shy to say no. He had no idea if she could swim or not, and was pleased I had asked.
I’m a bit disappointed that nobody has tried to pretend to be the McCains yet.