Are you sure it was yours? This may happen more than it would seem![]()
This didn't happen to me exactly, but rather my mom. I had treated her and DD to a girls only trip. I surprised them both by choosing AKL as our resort. Well, on arrival day, it's tradition for us to unpack and head straight to the pool for cocktails and relaxation. (But let me reassure you that we never over imbibe. Just enough to relax. But hey, we are letting someone else do the driving right?) Well, after a lovely Piña Colava poolside, we decide to soak in the hot tub for a bit. I sat down with just my feet in the water on the edge of the hot tub. The ONLY other person in the hot tub was a middle aged gentleman minding his own business. He is on my right, and out of my periphery I see my mom coming to step into the water on my left. Next thing I know, all I see is a streak of black and blue flowers (moms bathing suit) hurtling over me in the direction of that poor man! Yep, you guessed it. The step into the hot tub was further down than she thought. She totally lost her balance, fell in the hot tub with the force of a whale and landed right in that mans lap!!!! The look on his face was priceless! And God love her, all I could do was laugh. I had no strength to actually get up and help her I was laughing so hard! The nice man helped her up and then made a hasty retreat out of the hot tub. We have never let her live that one down, and to this day she can't get into a hot tub without us laughing! Good times!!
This didn't happen to me exactly, but rather my mom. I had treated her and DD to a girls only trip. I surprised them both by choosing AKL as our resort. Well, on arrival day, it's tradition for us to unpack and head straight to the pool for cocktails and relaxation. (But let me reassure you that we never over imbibe. Just enough to relax. But hey, we are letting someone else do the driving right?) Well, after a lovely Piña Colava poolside, we decide to soak in the hot tub for a bit. I sat down with just my feet in the water on the edge of the hot tub. The ONLY other person in the hot tub was a middle aged gentleman minding his own business. He is on my right, and out of my periphery I see my mom coming to step into the water on my left. Next thing I know, all I see is a streak of black and blue flowers (moms bathing suit) hurtling over me in the direction of that poor man! Yep, you guessed it. The step into the hot tub was further down than she thought. She totally lost her balance, fell in the hot tub with the force of a whale and landed right in that mans lap!!!! The look on his face was priceless! And God love her, all I could do was laugh. I had no strength to actually get up and help her I was laughing so hard! The nice man helped her up and then made a hasty retreat out of the hot tub. We have never let her live that one down, and to this day she can't get into a hot tub without us laughing! Good times!!
This didn't happen to me exactly, but rather my mom. I had treated her and DD to a girls only trip. I surprised them both by choosing AKL as our resort. Well, on arrival day, it's tradition for us to unpack and head straight to the pool for cocktails and relaxation. (But let me reassure you that we never over imbibe. Just enough to relax. But hey, we are letting someone else do the driving right?) Well, after a lovely Piña Colava poolside, we decide to soak in the hot tub for a bit. I sat down with just my feet in the water on the edge of the hot tub. The ONLY other person in the hot tub was a middle aged gentleman minding his own business. He is on my right, and out of my periphery I see my mom coming to step into the water on my left. Next thing I know, all I see is a streak of black and blue flowers (moms bathing suit) hurtling over me in the direction of that poor man! Yep, you guessed it. The step into the hot tub was further down than she thought. She totally lost her balance, fell in the hot tub with the force of a whale and landed right in that mans lap!!!! The look on his face was priceless! And God love her, all I could do was laugh. I had no strength to actually get up and help her I was laughing so hard! The nice man helped her up and then made a hasty retreat out of the hot tub. We have never let her live that one down, and to this day she can't get into a hot tub without us laughing! Good times!!
MinniesYooHoo said:This didn't happen to me exactly, but rather my mom. I had treated her and DD to a girls only trip. I surprised them both by choosing AKL as our resort. Well, on arrival day, it's tradition for us to unpack and head straight to the pool for cocktails and relaxation. (But let me reassure you that we never over imbibe. Just enough to relax. But hey, we are letting someone else do the driving right?) Well, after a lovely Piña Colava poolside, we decide to soak in the hot tub for a bit. I sat down with just my feet in the water on the edge of the hot tub. The ONLY other person in the hot tub was a middle aged gentleman minding his own business. He is on my right, and out of my periphery I see my mom coming to step into the water on my left. Next thing I know, all I see is a streak of black and blue flowers (moms bathing suit) hurtling over me in the direction of that poor man! Yep, you guessed it. The step into the hot tub was further down than she thought. She totally lost her balance, fell in the hot tub with the force of a whale and landed right in that mans lap!!!! The look on his face was priceless! And God love her, all I could do was laugh. I had no strength to actually get up and help her I was laughing so hard! The nice man helped her up and then made a hasty retreat out of the hot tub. We have never let her live that one down, and to this day she can't get into a hot tub without us laughing! Good times!!
like many others we didn't feel like walking all the way around the building to find the staircase to get to the sidewalk. So me and my daughter (then 5) hopped over the bushes...
This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.
This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.
This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.
Oh. My. Goodness. I am almost wetting myself laughing!This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.
Golden Rose said:This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.
This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.
Golden Rose said:This is borderline rated R, not sure I should be sharing it! Please let me know if I should take it down, but it is both embarrassing and amusing, so I will go ahead and relate it in its entirety.
My most embarrassing moment happened about 5 years ago. We had just driven to WDW and were checking into our hotel for our first DVC stay, with our then about 4 year old son. DS really needed the bathroom, and really wanted me to take him, so we went to the restroom right off the hotel lobby (at SSR.) We ran to a stall (in the ladies' room, he was only 3 or 4), he pulled down his pants, lifted up the seat, and started um, relieving the urgency of his bladder. He was in such a hurry that he released the seat, which came crashing down on a part of him that we had been careful to teach him the correct name of.
DS started screaming and crying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy, kiss it and make it better! Mommy, kiss my p*n*s! Kiss my p*n*s!"
He begins repeating this over and over, getting increasing frantic, because he still firmly believed that a kiss from Mommy makes everything better. I kissed his forehead, and told him it was all better. He said, "No, it still hurts, kiss my p*n*s."
I could hear someone laughing in another stall. I was starting to wonder when CPS was going to show up. I decided that the best solution was to sort of air blow a kiss in the general direction of his nether regions.
That seemed to satisfy him. He calmed down, got dressed, washed his hands, and walked with me back into the lobby. Where he announced in a loud voice,
"Thank you for blowing my p*n*s, Mommy!"
I spent the rest of the day convinced we were going to be thrown in jail, or at least banned from WDW forever.