“Mommy, do I have to wear a diaper?”
“Yes,” she replied curtly. “We went over this already at the hotel. There aren’t any bathrooms close by, and you won’t be able to hold it long enough to reach them.”
“But if I have an accident, I can get washed off in the ocean.”
“Young lady, you can’t swim. You aren’t going to be going any deeper in the water than to your ankles.”
I didn’t understand why I had to wear this stupid one-piece swimming suit if I wasn’t really going to be getting in the water in the first place. Granted, I had never been given swim lessons, much to my gratitude given how mommy would probably interrupt the rules requiring swim diapers for children who aren’t potty trained.