Lola: Adventures in Motherhood?

Now I am by no means expecting anything; however, I was leaving the gym this evening with a lovely woman with whom I have become friendly. (She's a French teacher from the high school alma mater of one Mr. Twinkle.) But anyway, I commented on the fact that she had gotten a bit of sun recently and she offered the explanation that she had spent the day at the waterpark with her two kids (to be followed by an evening at Chuck E Cheese tomorrow, as some pre-back-to-school fun). But as far as I'm concerned: Quelle Horror!

I know I loved a waterpark as a child, but that was before my thighs began to rub together and, as an adult, I cannot imagine anything more horrific. How did my mother even tolerate hauling three girls around an icky waterpark wearing nothing but a bathing suit and a pair of old tennis shoes? And what if I should someday come in contact with a child who wants me to go to such a place with him/her? My mind cannot even wrap itself around such an idea. (Twinke - did your MIL ever allow herself to be dragged around a waterpark by the Chosen and the Mistake?) That could be the Twinklette's revenge!!

I am off to bed with the sincere hope that I do not suffer nightmares. xoxo