Peeing

I was standing in the line for the tickets to the swimming pool. In front of me was a young mother with about four years old boy. Little boy pulled impatiently his mother's hand. "Mom, hurry, I have to go to pee into the pool." Mom answered: "Little boy, pee into the swimming pool is no, no. First we are going to use the toilet and then we will go for swim." They went to the changing room, and because the boy was little, he could join his mother. There he peed into the toilet. Then they went swimming. Little boy, of course, had to tell to other boys about his adventure with the toilet. And of course, the other boys have had to follow what the little boy have done, except they were not aloud into women's changing area. What they did in the men's room I don't know, but they were proud about themselves. Of course, little girls, soon found out about boys' secret activities by very innocent eavesdropping. "Big deal", they said. "What they can do, we can do by sitting." And they did what they said. From that time nobody pied into the swimming pool anymore. The boys and the girls tossed the ball, dived, they did the handstand with the legs sticking out of the pool, and they learned how to swim. It didn't matter when they had a little drink of water here, or there. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, about 2010