So here starts our endless hours in the hot sauna like pools. I know you can envision it...Paul getting there early to hold some seats for us (of course, that didn't really go as planned!), me arriving with four identically dressed five years olds, us girls traipsing across the crowded bleachers and everyone pointing and asking if the girls are two sets of twins, next we have to get the girls all up to near the top where Paul was able to find seats...three of the girls walk up, Keyan walks right in front of me so that I can keep track of all of her tubes...she of course falls on the stairs. Paul decides he better carry her which is no easy feat since she WANTS to walk and she has a nine pound back pack on her back. We squeeze past the family that refuses to stand up to let us all get by, and get everyone settled in. I finally sit down and take count to make sure everyone made it, breath a sigh of relief that we haven't lost anyone or had any injuries, and then....you guessed it, "Mommy, I have to go potty!" I'll leave the rest to your imagination!
Jamahl is the one crouched down in lane 5 getting ready to dive in
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