What happens in Vegas

I recently met my family in Vegas to celebrate the wedding of my beloved cousin.  It was Africa-hot (hello 114 degrees), so I decided to take the 4 kids to the pool.  It is truly a humbling experience strolling into a Vegas pool with an arm full of noodles being followed by a train of sugar-high kids sporting floaties.  The beautiful 20-somethings around the pool were aghast that I had the nerve to interrupt their binge drinking and dry humping with my family fun.  I viewed it as a public service…WRAP IT UP FOLKS!  

My little ducklings and I settled in and made our way to the pool.  Everyone was having a great time until Kennedy (my little cherub) got a mouth full of water and started coughing.  The coughs resulted in Cheeto-colored projectile vomit in the pool.  The neon orange mass began spreading around the pool.  The lifeguard jumped on his radio and said “yea, we have a problem here”.  I gathered my troops with lightning speed, grabbed the pool toys and quickly made a B-line for the nearest exit.  As we were leaving I heard security say that they had to close the pool. 

Yea, I was that Mom.  VEGAS BABY!