September 19th, 2004


Bathroom Blues

I was on the toilet this afternoon when Jet suddenly bursts in.

"Hi, Mom!" he says.

"Uhm.. hi."

"I coming in, be with you." Jet settles on the stool in the corner.

"Okay. I guess I'm with you when you're on the potty." I reflect, calmly.

"Yeah." A moment, Jet frowns. "I need to use the potty."

"Well, it's going to be a little while before I get off."

"I want to use the downstairs potty!" (which is the one I'm in and the only one on this floor)

"Hm. That's tough. I'm going to be here a while. How about you go upstairs with Daddy and use your potty?" Emphasis intended by me.

He squints, "No. I wait." A beat. "You done yet?" In exactly the tone I sometimes use with him when he's been on for a good ten to fifteen minutes.

"No." I say, just barely keeping a straight face.

A beat. He squirms, "You done yet?"

"No, Jet. You can go to your potty, upstairs..."

He squirms some more, then jumps up. "OK. I go upstairs. DADDY!!" He runs out and slams the door.

I crack up...

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