farting in colman pool
This afternoon we took Adam swimming at Colman Pool in Lincoln Park (crosstown in West Seattle). It’s a heated outdoor saltwater pool with a unique setting: It’s situated literally on the shore of Puget Sound, with views of Vashon Island and the Olympic Mountains! To reach the pool on the forested point of the big city park requires a short walk or bike ride (or in Adam’s case, a scooter-ride). It’s a nice pool, with lanes for competitive swimming (and exercise), a diving board, a spiral slide, classes and other organized activities.
Surprisingly, the pool was rather empty today. Lots of elbow room for us. I got the lucky assignment of pool time with Adam (Diana hung out with Oliver poolside). Adam went underwater a lot with his new goggles. I had to give him a hard time about tooting in the water (ominously sluggish-sounding bubbles followed by the nose-turning tang of Italian sausages gone bad) and that was a mistake because he blurted out so loud everybody around the pool including the lifeguards heard “Papa, I didn’t really POOP my pants it was just a FART!” It left me pondering at what point he learned the word fart.