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A story of a little one who was bored from:http://community.babycenter.com/post/a23375995/im_bored._tell_me_your_best_joke.
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My
little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does
it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we are in the
library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often
comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you
never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked.
There have been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning
of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never
have I wished this more than last week at Costco.
Halfway,
through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into
the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that
evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the
last stall: ''Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting
toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet
paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go
stinkies on the potty?''
At
this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the
bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full .... 4? 5? Maybe we
could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this
stall and reveal my identity.
Cade continued: ''Mommy, you ARE
going stinkies aren't you? Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna
get some candy for going stinkies on the potty? Let me see doze
stinkies, Mommy! Oh...Mommy! I'm trying to see In dere. Oh! I see dem.
Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get
some candy!''
I
heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me.
Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was
really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before
exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, ''Why don't you look in Mommy's
purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!'' ''No,
I'm trying to see doze more stinkies..
Oh!
Mommy!' He started to gag at this point. ''Uh - oh, Mommy. I fink I'm
gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so
gross!!''
As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside
my stall.. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the
subject. I began to reason with myself: OK.. There are four other
toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that
those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.
''Mommy!
Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies!
Get up! Get up!'' He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could
hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door.
''Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under da door?
What were you wooking at? Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?''
More
laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the
situation. ''Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out
now, Mommy.'' He started pounding on the door. ''Mommy, don't you want
to wash your hands? I want to go out!!''
I saw that my wait 'em
out' plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found
standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the
stall, all smiling and starting to applaud. My first thought was
complete embarrassment, then I thought, where's the fine print on the
'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my dignity and
privacy? But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed
bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all
away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.