Almost everyday at 4, you can page us at the pool.
Minutes later, the regulars will come. In cutesy swimsuits showing off their chewable thighs. I mean the kids, of course.
And their regular activity consists of jumping into the pool. Again and again.
The bigger boys sometimes run at top speed and make a high jump.
The sillier girls sometimes twirl around until they see stars and fall into the pool.
I love to watch them do it. The gleeful laugh. The 'Geronimo' shouts. And the big splash.
I reckon it will be fun. Cos BIG hippos like me don't dive or jump into water.
Unless on a quiet day, and nobody is at the pool.
..and my son is bored with me cos I don't plunge.
And he keeps saying, "Try it. At least try.." (My exact words when trying to get him to eat the greens!)
I muster all my courage and heave my big ass up the pool. He says, "Hold my hand!"
I stand at the edge. I feel giddy.
The water is too blue! I can't do it!
"Don't be scared! Nothing to be scared of!" I hear.
I can't do it! The water is too deep!
"JUMP!" and he pulls me into the water.
*I kid you not. I shriek like a hyena. If the guard-ess could speak English, she would tell me "Don't disrupt the harmony of the Kingdom of Thailand."
It is not fun at all.
I don't know why you kids do it!
Don't ask me do it ever again!
"It was scary! My heart nearly jumped out" I told him. He felt my chest and said, "Your heart is still there. Don't worry."
EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!
And wipe that mahmee-is-so-silly grin off your face!
Cis! Just leave me at the corner next time.