Who Shit in the Baby Pool?

Growing up, my sister and I had the fortune of being raised alongside our kinfolk (I live in the South now, so I can use that word like it’s no big deal and still relevant in this century. Although I only ever heard it once growing up, in a history book).  A batch of our cousins would visit for weeks at a time in the summer and being in such a small town, we made our own fun. Like getting the garden hose out and filling up a plastic pool on the deck to swim (even when you feel WAY too grown up to get into it).

As it goes with family, you often times become so comfortable, you can let it all hang out (sometimes quite literally).  On the specific day in the photo below, we had an absolute surprise from my cousin T.  He was particularly lazy, not wanting to get out of the pool for a bathroom break.

What's that smell?

What’s that smell?

That’s the little shit (pun intended) T in the back, concentrating on his masterpiece. My sister is on the left, splashing with oblivious delight, as I sit next to her in my Rainbow Brite swimsuit, not amused. Of course T’s big brother in front thinks it’s all kinds of hilarious.  Being trashy is knowing better but doing it anyway, not giving a rat’s ass what anyone thinks.  And T absolutely knew better but rejoiced in seeing our squeals of disgust and overreaction to the floater in the baby pool.

Although, I’m thinking a turd in a plastic pool was a step up from where my folks originally took me to swim…in mud puddles (because that’s all kinds of sanitary, yes?) where it looked like someone had previously taken a dump.

Mud buddies.

The original Honey Boo Boo.

No pool? No worries. Just find a hole on a gravel road and insert kids! Luckily for me, I had on long pants unlike my teeny weeny friend Erica who got to soak in all of the benefits of a gravel pit with her short overalls.

Now that’s nothing if not fabulous trash.



31 thoughts on “Who Shit in the Baby Pool?

  1. elkeeb says:

    Ha Ha! Your expression in the kiddie pool is priceless and so is that rainbow brite swimsuit! lol….”the original honey boo boo”

  2. LMAO!!!! These are awesome memories! Thanks fo sharing. I love it!

  3. DUDE. The amount of concentration to A) poo in front of others and 2) poo in water should be considered when trying to poo in a pool. It’s not easy…as in, it shouldn’t be done! Ridonk.

  4. FreeUrCloset says:

    Again, a great ode to being fabulously trashy. I’ve heard of peeing in the pool…but shitting is cray cray! I guess when ya gotta go, ya gotta go, lol
    -XOXO- Natasha

  5. Phil Lanoue says:

    You probably heard the term “kinfolk” from watching old episodes of Little House on the Prairie or The Waltons.
    Although…I don’t remember an episode where John Boy Walton or Laura Ingalls shit the pool (or even the mud puddle).
    Here I am again making TV show references on one of your posts.
    Humm…maybe I watch too much TV. 😀

    • Or maybe you know that I’m a TV freak and get all of the references? I’m almost certain that no shitting was done on either the Waltons or Little House…shows too wholesome to deal with pool (or in their cases river?) floaters!

  6. And I used to freak out if I saw blades of grass floating in the baby pool water (yeah, I was a prissy-girl). I would probably have passed out if your cousin did THAT in my pool (I passed out at least once a year as a kid, ala Melanie Wilkes’s aunt Pitty-Pat). Or I might have hyper-ventilated (did that twice). All I can say in response to that über-gross incident is boy-cousins are creepy.

  7. LifeOfBun says:

    Hahahaa :’D I once saw one floating by me in a public pool when I was little. A firm one too. From a stranger is even more odd. D:

  8. Adorableeeee :)Love the pool 🙂

  9. Whew! So glad I have my own pool. The first person to dump in it gets castrated or decapitated…depends on which body part I get to first. Just sayin’. A gal’s gotta have her standards. 😉

  10. Marcy says:

    Cute pic! I loved your J-town visits! xoxo marcy

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