As summer slowly fades away, I was recalling our last visit to our local splash pool before it closed. It was nothing but fun in the sun…until grossology crept in. It all started with a conversation I overheard:
“You have a booger hanging out of your nose. And snot!” I turned to see a group of boys hovering around a tall boy with goggles.
“Relax, it’s just water. It’s a bubble,” he said defensively.
“It is not!” cried the boys, “Disgusting!”
“Don’t worry about it,” the boy said, wiping his nose and casually flicking a fluorescent green glob that momentarily sparkled in the sun before falling into the water.
At that point, I grabbed my daughter and promptly left the pool.
Yes, it had occurred to me that the community splash pool is a disgusting place. With at least 30 babies in swim diapers, and at least 10 toddlers in potty training mode, how could it not be? But I think I did a pretty good job of pushing the nasty thoughts to the back of my mind until goggle boy’s immunity to grossology shook me out of my summertime reverie. Too much sun had made me forget that we were wading in a germ pool.
As the mother of a little girl it remains to be seen if I’ll be fully exposed to all the wonders the grossology of childhood had to offer, but I’d say we’re off to a pretty good start. We have our euphemism that can be used interchangeably for farts and diaper explosions: “I went ‘fooshee’!” Or maybe it’s “fushi,” rhyming with “sushi.” I’m not sure of the spelling. It’s just a made up word we have for those diaper changes that require a full package of wet wipes (I hate those!) “Fooshee” is also my daughter’s cue to erupt into a fit of the giggles.
Boys don’t have the monopoly on gross-out humor!