I helped a boy at a public swimming pool yesterday.
After my swimming lesson, I like floating down an area called the lazy river. While I was there, I noticed some kids playing with water guns.
One boy got hit just under his right eye. He bled and he started to cry. That is where I stepped in.
There is only one simple end to the story, but papa and I tell it differently.
Papa’s version has me talking like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Me: Come with me if you want to live!
Me: Get to the choppa!
[Me grabs boy and whisks him to safety.]
My version is simpler.
I brought the boy over to the first aid station and explained what happened to the lifeguard on duty. Then I went on my merry way.
I prefer my version. I don’t have to be all muscle-y and speak with a funny accent.