(Translation: We just forced our 17-year-old to leave his friends and spend four entire days with us.)
We travelled east of the mountains, which, in Washington State means leaving behind mountains, trees, and rain, in search of sun and sand and general desert-like conditions. It’s our version of Palm Springs, but without the uber-luxurious resorts and celebrity sightings. Instead we have places like "Kimmi D's":
I know, we’re dorks but c’mon, that’s pretty cool, right??? My son was convinced that if we’d gone inside, my doppelganger would have served us. I guess we’ll never know!!
So, our camping agenda called for a trip to the nearby waterpark so we could hit the 200-foot waterslides and more importantly, the Lazy River.
But when we got there, this was what we found instead:
Since I’m such a simpleton, I couldn’t resist taking pictures of these two boys who were using the fountains first as enemas and then to “pee” at each other. The funniest part: I don’t think anyone else even noticed them. Boys will definitely be boys!
But, overall, my favorite part of the trip (besides our son repeatedly telling us: “You guys are so lame.” which always cracks us up!) was this little conversational gem that I had while standing in line at the water slide with my daughter.
Little girl to my daughter: Is that your grandma?
My daughter (looking at me): No, that’s my mom.
Me (just standing there listening).
Little girl (to me now): How old are you?
Little girl looks at me for a minute, then: My mom’s 28.
Me (because what do you say to that?): Umm, that’s nice.
Really?! Am I her grandma?!?! I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.
Seriously, though, when I was telling my husband I thought he was going to pee his pants from laughing so hard. I’ve been asked if I was my oldest daughter’s sister, but never if I was someone’s GRANDMA! And I loved the fact that my daughter was so…whatever…about it. When I asked her later what she thought, she just shrugged and said: “Maybe it was because you weren’t wearing makeup. You don’t look very pretty without makeup.”
Nice, Abby. Nice!
Next time I go to a waterpark, I'm definitely wearing make-up. And pigtails. And maybe even some water wings.