QH Means It's Mine!

This is Quinton's pile of pool toys.

You may wonder why they are all over my counter so let me explain...

Last night, we went swimming with friends at our gym's pool. We are lucky enough to belong to a gym that has a big indoor pool and it's perfect in the winter! It's a balmy 70 some-odd degrees in the pool area and the water is perfect for playing around.

As usual, we brought Quinton's little bag of pool toys and he is pretty good about letting old friends and new play with his stash. But last night, as a woman left the pool area with her son, I noticed she had one of Quinton's torpedoes. So I started collecting Quinton's toys since it was about time we were leaving, too, and I noticed that yes, one of Quinton's torpedoes was missing. When I went into the locker rooms, I asked the woman if she might have accidentally taken our torpedo to which she said, "We came with one torpedo and I have one that I'm taking. It's ours." To which I said, "Well, we're missing one so I just thought it might be it." The woman didn't say anything back to me, she just kept getting her stuff ready.

Then, one of my friends came in and noticed this woman's son had two of her little boy's hot wheels and when my friend asked the boy for the cars, his mom just said, "Excuse me?" Like my friend was bothering her!

Needless to say that yes, I am petty enough to be miffed that this woman probably walked off with one of Quinton's pool toys and spent some time after lunch, today, labeling all of Quinton's remaining pool toys with his initials, QH.

Oh well!