Soon after, a kind stranger arrived with her son, who is close to Charlotte's age. We sat on the edge of the pool chatting while the two little ones played. A carefree summer morning. Until the kind stranger pointed to the water and said "Uh-oh, what's that?"
I looked to the water and my heart immediately sank. Yep, my kid definitely pooped in the pool.
A word of warning: reusable swim diapers are not all they're cracked up to be. Cute? Yes. Kind to the environment? You bet. Functional? Apparently, not so much.
Guys, I panicked. I didn't even know what to do. Let me just say that what we were dealing with wasn't the most solid substance you would hope for in this situation. I immediately scooped Charlotte out of the pool, but as the water poured out of her diaper, so did its other contents.
I ran her to the bathroom to clean her up. By now, she is of course losing her little mind. Not only did I interrupt her fun, but now I was undressing her in a strange bathroom and wiping her down in a frenzy. Luckily, kind stranger brought me some wipes and replacement swimwear. When we finally emerged, kind stranger had also scooped out the pool and assured me that this is why pools are heavily chlorinated, and that these things happen. (THANK YOU, kind stranger!)
While Charlotte went back to playing (thankfully, with an empty colon), I used about a million paper towels to clean up the concrete around the pool, all the way to the bathroom, and inside the stall.
Seriously, I could STILL die of embarrassment, and this happened (<redacted>
The takeaway of the morning? To double- nay, triple- the swim diapers is always the best course of action. Also, multiple oranges in a day isn't easy on my Charlotte's tummy.
And finally, shit happens. Literally.