Monday, April 18, 2016

Pool Fart




We are very lucky to have had a pool installed in the garden last summer.
This new addition to our household has enabled Big and small to master the art of swimming very well. However, due to the harsh Swiss winter and a seemingly endless (and very autumnal) spring this year, I have yet to uncover the pool for the season.

This means that on the occasional Sunday morning Mrs S will decide that it's time for the entire clan to hit the local pool for a couple of hours....

And so this past Sunday we loaded up and headed off to the local baths.

Aside from the usual chaos and laughter from our hooligans in the communal changing room, all was well with Big and small swimming and diving and jumping and generally going nuts.....

After a while Big jumps out of the pool and runs up onto the raised platform for diving, at the top of voice he shouts for my attention....


Hey Pa! Listen to this....

Before I can reply, he let's rip a colossal fart that echoes around the bathing hall..

"Farts are even better with a wet bum!" he enthuses, as parents turn to look at me and his little brother howls with laughter.

And then of course small joins in " Yeah, and in the water you can make bubbles out your bum, look"........


I'm opening the garden pool asap, I don't care about the cold anymore......



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