Oh heck, no wonder she’d had enough and wanted to get out of the pool – she’d done a woopsey, a number two or my own preferred phrase, “a rumble in the bumble” in the swim nappy.
I took babe swimming on Sunday morning to bathe in the communal sewage. The swimming bath doesn’t have the best of reputations, but it’s relatively close, convenient and nice enough if you don’t worry too much about the water quality. My theory is that it builds up Little Legs’ (babes) immune system 😉
The time round, it seemed babe was nearly promoted to number one criminal. But unlike the mum that Amy talked about in her post (no P in the OOL) Little Legs was fully trussed up with a swim nappy. My e-bay used-once washable Boots nappy bargain (just £1.25 to be precise) was put through its paces and came out the other end (mind the pun) smelling of roses – I wish, phawww the stench when I took that thing off!
So despite doing a mega dump, all was contained and even the delightful new (half price) swimming costume from Gap came out totally unscathed.