We went swimming at the gym yesterday. Gwen was throwing a tantrum and not getting in to the pool because she was under the impression that we were going to an outside pool, so when she realized that it was an inside pool she kind of freaked. Mostly because "no mermaids would even WANT to be in this kind of pool". So we left her to wallow in mermaidless misery on the shore while we took tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum swimming (I really call them that). I had IJ and was bouncing around in the pool and started chit chatting with a guy who was holding a baby about Ivy's age.
We were having a pleasant enough conversation, discussing whether or not the gym was worth the exorbitant monthly fee, when his five-year-old came up to me and said, "you have pee on your head"
I was astonished! What a rude thing to say! Who the heck is this kid? Little twerp.
But then the dad looked at me, did a double take and said "oh my gosh you have pee on your head!"
Well, the apple apparently does not fall far from the tree.
But then the dad said with an increased sense of urgency "Seriously there is a BEE on your forehead!"
and then it all made much more sense.
And I probably looked like a maniacal idiot jumping around and splashing in an attempt to get a bee and possibly pee off of my forehead.