Yesterday I took the girls to the McDonald’s in Lake Arrowhead with a friend of mine and her little boys. We walked through The Village to the beautiful park by the lake to eat our lunches and play. It was a nice day, sunny and cold, but not freezing.
Keeping in mind that Preemie is still in the early stages of potty training, and being the super-prepared mommy that I am, I had an extra pair of “Dora the Explorer” undies in my purse. It never occurred to me to bring an extra pair of pants because she always, always wears a dress. Today she wore pants. Of course she peed in them. I had her finish her business behind a tree (why are there no bathrooms near this playground?!) and changed her underwear. After much useless lamenting over the fact that she had no pants to wear, I let her swing in only her undies, shirt, shoes and socks. At least she has cute little legs.
As I was pushing her on the swing, my friend’s little boy ran down into the lake and got his pants all wet (at least it wasn’t with urine). It was bothering him so much that he started to take of his “bottoms”, underwear and all, exposing his little behind. “We’ve got one kid who’s butt is hanging out and another kid in just her underwear. It’s like ‘Naked Toddler Day’ or something,” I laughed. There was a dad next to me swinging his kid (who was fully clothed, by the way) who said, “I wasn’t aware of that.” “What, you didn’t get the memo?” I said. Well I thought it was funny.
Due to the naked toddler situation, my friend and I decided to leave.
It’s quite a walk for four toddlers to get back through The Village to where we had parked our cars, and this walk runs right along the edge of the lake where there are a gaggle (I think that’s for geese. Plethora? Herd? Large group? Oh! flock!!) of ducks. Not only did the children feel the need to stop every 10 feet to look at the ducks, but also stop to yank plants out of the planters, and run up to the edge of the dock, unknowingly about to fall into the water. We prodded them along like cattle, and it seemed to take FOREVER to get back to the car. All the while I could feel the stares of the abnormal number of people at The Village that day. I know they were thinking that no adequate mother would ever let her child romp around in naught but her skivvies at anytime let alone on a cold day. But I’m the super-prepared mother, remember?
My favorite talk show host, Dennis Prager says something like this, “You can either cry or laugh and I choose the latter.” Tru dat.