Poop Doors- Take 4
You can understand my enthusiasm as Blessing #4 and I are in the Costco bathroom, and she merrily informs me, as we’re crammed in that tiny stall and she’s squatted on that big old potty, “I opened the doors!”Obviously she’s had some physiology lessons from her big brother. (For your insight into B#3's insight, go here and especially here. He’s a smart kid. And he’s pretty funny, too.) I am quite impressed with her. (Picture my beaming face here, as my pride is bursting out the seams.)
She opened the doors! Not only did she open them, she opened them in public! So obviously I continue to encourage her. “You did?! SUPER job, Moma’s big girl! You are such a big girl opening those doors. Moma’s soooo proud of you! Now keep going… did you go poops?"
“No, I all done. I go wets. No poops. Me all done, Moma.”
“Oh. Didn’t you open the doors?”
“Yep! I did! I opened the doors! Moma, I’m done now.”
“Oh… did the doors close?”
“No.” She gets off the potty and lets me know it’s my turn. Hmmm… alrighty then. I haven’t talked to B#3 about that yet. The wind blows ‘em open, but I don’t think the wind blows ‘em shut. I make a mental note to find out what information I can glean from him on this particular subject, and then I get ready for my turn. I get everything situated, and I sit down and settle in.
“I go wash my hands, Moma…?” She asks this as a question, but she’s already assumed the answer, so as I’m still forming the words of “Yes but not yet, let Moma finish first,” she’s already opening the door. “See, Moma? I opened the doors!”
Oh yes, I see now. She’s unlocked the stall door.
She opened the doors! Not only did she open them, she opened them in public! So obviously I continue to encourage her. “You did?! SUPER job, Moma’s big girl! You are such a big girl opening those doors. Moma’s soooo proud of you! Now keep going… did you go poops?"
“No, I all done. I go wets. No poops. Me all done, Moma.”
“Oh. Didn’t you open the doors?”
“Yep! I did! I opened the doors! Moma, I’m done now.”
“Oh… did the doors close?”
“No.” She gets off the potty and lets me know it’s my turn. Hmmm… alrighty then. I haven’t talked to B#3 about that yet. The wind blows ‘em open, but I don’t think the wind blows ‘em shut. I make a mental note to find out what information I can glean from him on this particular subject, and then I get ready for my turn. I get everything situated, and I sit down and settle in.
“I go wash my hands, Moma…?” She asks this as a question, but she’s already assumed the answer, so as I’m still forming the words of “Yes but not yet, let Moma finish first,” she’s already opening the door. “See, Moma? I opened the doors!”
Oh yes, I see now. She’s unlocked the stall door.
by LaughterThoughts | 3:12 PM
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2 Comments:
That is funny - too bad that she didn't quite take the phys lesson from #3! Wouldn't you know it that of course that would happen when you quite indisposed!!!
If you are ever in a public restroom and you here a frantic woman screaming, "No, Monster Man, don't open the door, close the door, CLOSE IT, CLOSE IT, CLOSE IT!!!" then you are sharing a public restroom with yours truely =).
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