A Laugh for your Rainy Friday

Well, I have an embarrassing story to share. It happened the Saturday before Labor Day and it was just such a mortifying experience, that I'm just now getting around to sharing it. :) So, it was a beautiful, sunny, September day. Mike and I were going boating with Mindy, Marcy, and Aunt Sandy and Nic was coming to watch the kids. So, being the fun uncle that he is, I thought we should fill up the kiddie pool because they might want to swim later when it is warmer. So, this is early...say..8am or so and Kate and I are still in our pj's. Kate decides that she wants to come out to fill the pool with me. We head out and I get her started, holding the hose to fill the pool. I don't know if any of you know just how incredibly LONG it takes to fill a kiddie pool with a couple inches of water. Anyway...I told Kate that I would be right back, but I needed to run inside and change into my swimsuit. I ran inside and had my pants off when Kate yells, "Mommy, I'm done." So, thinking I was just going to let her inside the door, I go to the door, in my grubby tank top and underwear. I opened the door to let her in and see a strange man in a Hawaiian shirt standing in my yard (are you picturing this yet...remember, I don't have on any pants!!) Anyway, Mystery Man says, "Ma'am, are you aware that this baby is out here playing in the pool with no supervision?" Okay, first, she was not playing in the pool, she was filling it and second, clearly this is uncomfortable, seeing as that I don't have on any pants. I politely replied, "Yes, Sir, I was letting her fill it for me." He says, "I just really think it's a bad idea for the baby to be out here with no supervision." Again, there was maybe one inch of water in the pool at this point and she is 3, after all....But, all I said was "Thank you." Then I promptly pulled Kate inside and shut the door. I immediately called my good friend, who when she stopped laughing uncontrollably, promised to vouch for me if DCFS came by. When she could breathe again she said "Well, which would you prefer, a DCFS investigation or a police call for indecent exposure." Ha Ha. I'm pretty sure it took at least 2 hours for my heart to stop pounding and my face to return to it's normal color. Moral of the story: never go to the door in your underwear, you just never know who might be out there. :)