I must preface this post with a reminder that I live in a foreign country.
Blake has the most amazing way of making rather mundane daily experiences interesting........
Blake and I paid a visit to the public restroom the other day. I with my trolley (SA word for shopping cart) headed to the handicap stall as it is wider than the others so to fit me, the trolley and my 4 year old. Typically, you don’t want to leave anything outside of the stall if you intend to keep it. I felt this especially important with regard to my son.
It is hard enough to coax Blake into the girl’s bathroom so trying to get him into the same stall with me is anything but a cake walk. Somewhere in my attempts I believe I used the word cool to describe my stall. Thinking back on it now that is definitely not the adjective I would choose but it is a largely used word in my 4 year old’s vocabulary. It did not persuade him to join me in my stall but it did set him on a mission to find a cooler one. Again, I know this is not proper usage of the word but until Blake hits Kindergarten I will allow it.
Realizing there was no one else in the bathroom I relented and allowed Blake to pursue his mission reminding him that moments before we rushed out of the store because he had to “go soo bad”.
He seemed to find success and settled down for business 3 stalls over from me. All the while informing me how cool his stall was. This in addition to him telling me that I really needed to take a look continued on through the washing of hands. Finally in attempt to appease him I took a look. Surprisingly (not sure why anything surprises me anymore as I live in a foreign country and I have 3 kids) this is what I saw…..
A Squatty Potty……only with the remnants of Blake’s breakfast at the top (he is definitely not proficient in using this type of toilet).
I quickly grabbed Blake, put him in the trolley and high-tailed it out of there before anyone discovered his treasure. The poor cleaning lady!
As we were walking to the car Blake said, “Mommy, this country has the coolest bathrooms.”
Yep, there you have it, life with my precious boy.
Rich pointed out that the really freakish thing about this ordeal is that I actually went back to get a photo. Hey, anything for the blog, right? At least I waited until the cleaning lady had been there.