But, I thought there would be Jambalaya?

I learn more about life out and about with my daughter than I ever did in school.

This morning we went to the splash park. I know you all think Louisiana is a vast melting pot of cultures, when actually it is pretty much one culture. Shocked I know. But, the splash park, was a true meeting ground of all ages, races, and socioeconomic backgrounds. I had no idea the cool place to be all this time was this park.

“It’s water mommy!” “Yes, dear it is water”

There was  the naked kid. No matter how many times dad put his suit on he would not be broken, he was going to run around naked, Damn it! “They can put me in time out, but they can never take my Freedom!!”

There were many dads there. Most sitting on the benches without their shirts. Getting their tan on. The moms however, were all covered up. I am pretty sure the men were signaling to the mom crowd come and get it while it’s hot ladies, and it’s always hot.

I knew we were out in the country because none of the babies wore swim diapers. Because a pool is basically a toilet anyway right? Yet none of the babies had an accident. What do they feed those country babies?

One cannot discuss the country pool without discussing the big hair. It is an unspoken contest between women of the deep south. Whose is highest. The winner at the park was a young adult women with blonde hair the color of dry straw that was taller and longer than anyone’s hair for miles I am quite sure. She sat in silence just watching the children play, knowing she had won.