A UK mother has described her horror at seeing a dad of three daughters strip naked in the men's changing room of a public swimming pool, much to the confusion of the internet. Taking to parenting forum Mumsnet, the anonymous woman wrote that she had arrived early with her two-year-old son to his swimming lesson, so decided to wait in the changing room. She explained that she uses the men's changing room as the women's is "usually crowded" as there are "less dads at lessons". The woman said that there was a dad in there getting his daughters dressed after swimming when she and her son entered. But then the father got dressed after his children, which led to what she labelled the "bizarre" incident.
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