Backstory: Yesterday for dinner I made this tasty dish from Picky Palate, but added some salsa and used some canned chicken instead of crock-potting it and forgot about the "crumbles." Anyway, when my kids asked what it was, I said, it was either "Chicken Ole'" or "¡Hola!, Chicken." They picked "¡Hola!, Chicken."Fast forward to F.H.E. (Family Home Evening) For our activity, we went to our little community pool, where Miss E proceeds, as normal, to drink half the pool and then burp LOUDLY like an incredibly drunk sailor. It's shocking, it's so loud, and draws attention whenever she does it.
Anyway, so we get that part of the evening over and Super J and I are with the littlest girls in the "baby" pool while Misses A and E are in the "bigger" pool (which is at most 5 feet) when all of a sudden, we hear Miss E belch again.
And then she gives us a weird face and then, as if in slow motion, she starts...
throwing up. Luckily, she had the presence of mind to cup her hands. Sadly, she was standing IN THE MIDDLE OF THE POOL! Hello, other swimmers!
Ohdearheavens!!!!!!! The Mortification. And I thought Miss O's digging in her pants yesterday was gross and disturbing.
Luckily, I let Super J deal with all that and I took Miss E to the bathroom and then we went home. Who knows what happened next. Ohdearheavens, I can barely stand to think of it without cringing.
Seriously, you just can't take us Peters anywhere, because CLEARLY the Zoo is following us, no longer contained to the chaos of home.
On the way to the car, Super J said, "Well, this is the peril of a community pool."
And, clearly under the stress of the moment, I revealed my secret shame to my husband in response. Please don't hate me and think I'm the most disgusting friend/sister/mom/etc. you know. Because I'm going to share this secret shame with you, too.
As we walked to the car, I whispered to Super J the following: Hauling Miss E out of the pool and into the bathroom as quickly as possible, all I could think was, "¡Hola!, Chicken!!!!"