Here she is on the deck at Vermont Pub and Brewery waiting for a grilled cheese sandwich. Outwardly, there is no sign of trauma inflicted by her mama from the day before. I knew the Maple Street Pool incident should be blogged, but it took me a few days to prepare, here goes.
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We Deweys went to the Maple street pool Friday afternoon. It's a great pool that has a little kid section and a water slide. We had been there once before two summers ago when Mae was only a few months old. The first thing she said after we paid admission and passed through the gate was, "Water slide!" She enjoyed splashing around for a while before deciding it was time for a trip down the slide. She approached from behind and expected to push to the front of the line. I grabbed her up and brought her back to wait our turn. Finally, we were up and she raced up the stairs. Mae was in my lap, ready to go when we heard the whistle. We were clearly violating something, but from the top of the water slide I couldn't hear a word the lifeguard was saying. I assumed she was telling me two people couldn't go down at once. I thought it was crazy, Mae is three-years-old shouldn't she go down with an adult? Well, if that's how it is they must be ready to catch her. I let her go and ran down the stairs saying, "You better catch her because she can't swim."
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Dave looked up in time to see a little kid come off the slide, flop around in the water and a lifeguard dive in. He thought, "Whoa, that sucks. Hey, that's Mae!"
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We approached the slide from behind and didn't noticed the posted rules stating one must be at least 48 inches tall and a good swimmer to use the slide. Mae is fine. Of course I feel terrible. I hope my kids survive having me for a mom, and I plan to survive being their mom.
7 comments:
Mrs. Dewey, i just want to know, did you get kicked out of the Maple Street Pool? That explains why you may have been looking for a life gaurd less swimming hole on sunday, right?
ha ha ha.
No! I wanted to find a place where we could spash around with the dogs. I must admit, I worried the police would be waiting for me when I left the pool.
Hey why didn't daddy catch her? Was he trying to tan his belly instead :-)
Zip it Michelle....
By the looks of it, she doesn't appear scarred for life...I think you'll be okay. We all make innocent mistakes. The fact that we actually feel guilty afterwards separates us from the bad people.
Hahahahahahaha! That's awesome...and she's totally fine...there was a life guard at the bottom, make her earn her paycheck! ;)
I think that's the kind of story you will tell to riotous laughter for years to come :)
But I can only imagine how you felt after the lifeguard dove into the pool - I would have felt the same way. And could have easily made the same mistake myself.
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