So a couple of weeks back I did a post called "Say What?". If you don't remember it or didn't read it, you can go back and look at it. In the first post, my son and I were in the bathroom and I addressed some questions he had. Apparently, the bathroom is where life's most difficult questions are posed as he was back at it again.
This past weekend at a family get together, my son said he needed to go to the bathroom. So I took him into the girls restroom. While sitting on the potty, he noticed the receptacle hanging on the wall that is for feminine products. Curious, as usual, he asked "What's that?".
His questions the last time were easy (or easier) to answer. They at least had a short, simple, age-appropriate answer, but this? "Um...trash", I answered. Phew...he was actually satisfied with that.
After finishing up and going to the sink to wash our hands, he noticed the trash can on the floor. He commented, "Ohhhhhhh...Two trash cans!". When I gave him paper towels to dry his hands with, he insisted on putting one of the paper towels in the normal trash can and one in the "other" trash can. He was very amused by this.
I have a feeling that the older they get, the more curious they get, and the more curious they get, the harder my job will become.
Sincerely,
The-M-O-M
P.S. As a funny side note, during dinner, we were sitting around talking, when all of a sudden I see out of the corner of my eye my son wave his arms wildly in the air and some unknown substance went across the room. Wouldn't you know it that I had begun to take a drink right at that exact moment and began laughing so hard that I couldn't swallow. So then I had to make the choice between trying to force it down and risk it coming out of my nose or spitting it back into my cup, which is gross. The unidentified substance was later located some 10ft. away and appeared to be applesauce.
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