“I have to go to the bathroom,” said the little boy for his swim lesson.
A few minutes later, he returned. “There’s diarrhea in my bathing suit.”
I told him he had to clean it off in the shower before his lesson started, and we headed back to the restrooms.
“I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” I smiled. “Happens to everybody.”
“Everybody has diarrhea at the pool? That’s disgusting!”
…as if his is made of gold.