Today's Sad Misadventures

This morning, Dad took Little Miss Lydia to her swimming lessons, "Bronze Mates". Dad thought he was being smart by dressing up Lydia in her swimsuit and swimming diaper before heading to the pool. Dad did not account for the potential for Lydia to dirty said diaper before we even made it out of the change room - which, of course is exactly what happened. And Dad, in his infinite cleverness, had not packed an extra swimming diaper.

Fun fact: swimming diapers have a tight elastic waistband, like pull-up underwear, and when full of an inhuman amount of "number two" is damn near impossible to change in a clean and dignified manner - especially from within the confines of a pool change room locker.

As a result of the above, Miss Lydia bobbed and kicked and slid her way through her Bronze Mates class in a regular old super absorbent diaper. As you might imagine, once in the pool, as it knew no better, the diaper went about doing the only thing it knows how, and that is absorbing wetness, or in this case the entire pool. Within minutes, Lydia's backside looked like Donald Duck's - that is: comically bulbous and feathery (mind you, without the feathers). Needless to say, Dad looked stereotypically ignorant, which he would care about more were Lydia not the most chipper and well-behaved in her class of two-year old bullies and screaming banshees. But anyway...

Once back in the change room locker, Lydia's suit was peeled off to reveal that said comically bulbous diaper had, in fact, exploded - leaving icky gray chlorinated stuffing all over Lydia's everywhere. And now all over the pool change room locker floor. And Dad's hands. And the towel (singular, see fun fact above).

Oh, Dads - will they never learn?

EDIT: above statement about Lydia's perfect behaviour and disposition relative those in her swim class is an obvious exaggeration in response to a perceived judgment of, and sneering at, her father by the accused parents, which in itself... is a complete fabrication. Sorry.