It’s become something of a tradition for me to go to the waterpark with Alan and the kids when he has them for the last week of their summer break. So this past weekend… was Splashdown time.
Good news about this year’s trek – the Lazy River did not close once while we were there. (Perhaps because they now sell rubber diapers in the snack shop? Compliments to the chef!)
On a somewhat related note, when we took a lunch break and passed around a bottle of water, Alan’s son suggested we were drinking dinosaur pee. Alan refuted that, saying, urine and water are not the same thing. Helpfully, I chipped in, “But I’m going to guess every one of us has consumed human pee today.”
The kids looked disgusted and responded, predictably with, “No way!”
I raised my eyebrows. “Have you put your head IN the water in the Lazy River?” They nodded. “Fine. Then it’s a lock you’ve had urine in your mouth at some point today.”
The kids recovered quickly and soon moved on to more important things.
Alan’s son informed me that you could bleed to death from any cut. “Maybe,” I said, “But in most cases you’d really have to work at it. I mean, you’d have to milk it like a cow.”
Alan’s daughter observed that it would be weird of you milked cows and blood came out. Then pointed out that Dracula would probably like that.
Which led us to speculate that perhaps he would be renamed, “Cownt Dracula” if that’s how he got his blood.
“I would’ve brought more,” Alan explained, “But these were the last two apples.”
“In the WORLD?” we all asked at once. Points for us.
“Yes,” Alan said, “Ever. These slices mark the end of apples on the planet.” Points to Alan for playing along.
The conversation moved on to other things and, checking his watch, Alan suggested that we wrap up the meal and return to the waterpark. He looked at the kids and realized they were eating very slowly. “Come on! Let’s get moving.”
I’d been watching the situation unfold and said, “Good luck. I think we’ve reached a stalemate.” At some point, the kids had decided they each wanted to be the one who consumed the LAST bite of the LAST apple on Earth.
And so A’s slice remained untouched in the Tupperware container and K hid hers in her hand behind her head. I explained this to Alan and the kids started laughing, busted.
“I have an idea,” Alan said. “Let’s count to three and you can both eat them at the same time so it’s a tie.”
After many attempted psyche-outs, they finally both put the apples in their mouths. We started walking toward the gate. And here’s how the conversation went…
K: Did you swallow yet?
A: Nope. Did you?
A: Oh. (GULP)
K: Not really. I win.
A: Me too. I still have some in my mouth.
K: How much?
Alan: ENOUGH. I don’t want to hear about or see your apples!
Miraculously, the kids listened.
Now if only everyone at a waterpark could refrain from displaying their fruit. I might not have to barf in the Lazy River.