amish karate

We took a little trip to Lancaster, PA to see "Jonah" at Sight & Sound Theatre.

 

The Sight & Sound Theatre kind of looks like a mosque.  Just sayin'.

But Superfrykid enjoyed the show and then we took her to the pool at the hotel.  The hotel had a really nice indoor water park for kids, plus a separate indoor pool.  When we arrived, the kiddie water park was full of screaming children kids having a great time and there were only a few people in the regular pool.  We opted for the regular pool.  After about a half an hour, we noticed the life guards were closing the kiddie pool.  A great migration began as families began to cart their stuff over and put it on the chairs around the indoor pool.  Water-winged cherubs plunged into the water, and the population of the indoor  pool went from about 5 people to about 40.  The life guards donned rubber gloves and got the big strainer thing out.

This could only mean one thing. 

Somebody pooped in the kiddie pool.

Ew.

And I'm pretty sure the guilty party came over and got into the regular pool without wiping. 

How do I know this?

Because I was watching to see which mom was going to flee with her towel wrapped toddler into the nearest bathroom while dad scrounged up the rest of their stuff & tried to walk out nonchalantly with the rest of the kids screaming, "Why are we leaving now, daddy?" 

But nobody did.  They ALL came over to the indoor pool and plopped, no pun intended, into the water.

Thankfully, I was not in the water because I do not wear a bathing suit if I can help it.  Being insecure about putting on a bathing suit can have it's advantages.  No pee soup or poop infested water for me, thanks.

What else?  Not much.  We ate and we played mini-golf, which is quite an Amish thing to do, right?

Speaking of the Amish, who knew that Amish people were into karate? That bearded giant with the rake looks like he is going to hong-kong phooey Superfrydad. (Thanks, KWTF Superpsycho Superfan for pointing that out.)

All in all, it was a nice little getaway.  And I do realize that going to Lancaster for Spring Break ranks pretty high on the dork-o-meter.  But I'm okay with that.