A few days after our trip to our local water park, the girls and I took a road trip to the super-fantastical colorful water park, Big Splash, that they always beg me to take them to, but I'm to cheap to actually take them. Turns out, I got a Groupon or three and all of a sudden I'm the world's best mom.
There was a lot of discussion about the super-big drop off slide. Both girls decided they'd go down it. I thought nothing of it since I had gone down that exact slide and several like it when I was their age.
But, that was back when hormones raged through my body in a much different way than they rage now.
Daughter 1 decided to wait before going down the slide. She's a little bit more cautious than her younger sister.
Daughter 2, on the other hand, wasted no time climbing about a hundred stories up to the slide. Her sister and I stood at the foot of the slide waiting for her to make the trek. Finally, we spied her at the top. She was getting the safety instructions from the life guard and then she got into position at the top of the slide.
That's when it happened.
That's when I peed my pants.
This should surprise no one at all.
PS--Daughter 1 eventually went down the slide as well. By that time, I had my bladder under control. That and we both squeezed our eyes shut.