Turns out, Rosie is as much of a fish as her sister and inherited that lovely way of yelling at all and sundry to leave her alone while she floats all by herself in the middle of the pool with her armbands on. We should have named her Bob.
MH and The Princess have gotten to be stronger swimmers and it's a blast to watch them dive off the side of the pool and then surface with the most amazing goggle grins on their faces. Bubba isn't quite yet there but he doesn't care. Splashing around in the baby pool works just fine for him, thank-you-very-much.
After we were done, we all scurried into a big cubicle together to get changed. Suits off, shirts on, towels on the floor, socks into puddles, pants damp, just a big jumbled wet happy mess. Finally, when everyone else was about dressed, I started to get my own suit off and throw on my clothes.
"WOW. Look at all of mommy's muscles on her tummy!" MH shouted.
And so they did.
The Man started smirking and with that big shit eating grin I love so much on his face, just started laughing.
I shot him the death stare, which obviously isn't as good as I'd like it to be, and calmly replied to MH,
"No, sweetie, those aren't muscle marks. Those are stretch marks from having babies."
Cue curious silence.
Cue three angelic voices, echoing loudly in a family cubicle at the public pool: