The Irony

I walked into swimming lessons to see the kids still in the pool, so I stepped back outside to continue my conversation with Mona for a few minutes.  We were talking about modesty, when I stepped back inside.

“I’m going to have to call you back, your niece has just lost her mind,” I said quickly before I hung up the phone.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!  I marched over to Layla.  “What are you doing?!”

“Putting my panties on,” she answered, as she pulled up her panties.

Yes, when I stepped inside my daughter was butt neked with her bathing suit at her feet, standing at the bench where people put their towels or sat to take a breather before getting back into the pool.  There are some parenting moments when all you can say, cry out to the name above all names.  Jesus.

“Layla!” Mr. Will said as he finished his lap and saw her.

“Is this where we get dressed?” I asked.

“No.”

I put her towel around her.  “Get your stuff and let’s go get dressed.”

Really?!  She has never done this before.  We have never gotten dress out in the open, we’ve always gone to the women’s bathroom/locker room.

Some days, it’s like these little people smoke crack.