People. They're the worst.

After spending the afternoon at the city pool today for the first time (of many) this summer, I would like to announce that I am a truly awesome parent. There's nothing like a good trip out in public, spending time with other people and their children, that makes me feel like mom of the year. Except, you know, when my kids are the ones acting up, or you know, I'm the one being lazy. Not that it ever happens, oh no. Ahem.

Today, however, I would like to announce my awesomeness in comparison to the family who gathered for a picnic in the park and sent all of their kids to the adjacent pool while the grown-ups had a cookout. Their preschool children. Who had no floaties. And could not swim. Who they sent with an 10 year old older sister/cousin to look after them. Along with an 8 year old boy with Bud Light swim trunks. And whose little 2-3 year old little boy was clinging to the steps (WITH NO FLOATIES) trying to get the attention of any adult in the vicinity just so he could point out the birds or whatever he was saying that I didn't understand.

At this same pool last year, I turned around to see a small toddler underneath the water, just out of my arm's reach, with her mom busy putting on sunscreen, and the teenage lifeguard turned the other way, flirting with a boy. So I shouted to Grace to pick the kid up, and my six year old child saved the day, I'm just saying.

So the point is, put floaties on your little kids so that they will float. Floating is a whole lot better than sinking. Just a public service announcement. Thank you.