Daddy Phil pointed at Joey’s pants which were showing signs on the front right pant leg that his diaper had sprung a leak.
Jacquelyn wrapped a towel around herself, took Joey by the hand and the two of them scampered off without saying another word.
I didn’t watch them leave; instead using my feet against the side of the pool I pushed off, gripped either side of my board and pulled myself on.
Daddy Phil watched as I stood up and began surfing the current.
“Wow that looks hard.” Daddy Phil commented.
“Nah, this is easy; the real ocean waves are tougher than this.” I said.
He walked to the far end of the lap pool where the front of my board was tied on.
“Not much chance of catching real waves in Maine huh?” he observed.
