It has been a busy week! We are getting lots of good quality time with the family and laying low enough but keeping busy enough, too.
Tuesday, Gabe and I went to Columbus with Dad and one thing I've noticed at many rest stops and newer bathrooms are the automatic flush toilets around here. I mean, the kind that go WHOOOSH really, really loudly when the sensor thinks you've finished.
Gabe and these toilets of technology do not get along well.
Yesterday while at Abercrombie & Fitch, Gable flew out of the store while the sales associate asks me, "Is that your son?" and points as I catch the top of his head bobbing up and down, making a dash for the door. "Gabe! Get back here!" I run out and he looks at me and says, "But Mommy! I have to go Potty!" I have no idea where he was planning to find one, but he began his search solo. Thank You sales associate.
We find the potties and in the Family Restroom there it is: Another Techno Toilet.
"Mom... I don't wanna go potty."
"You have to."
"No. The monster get my butt."
"Gabe, seriously, there is no monster. You'll be fine. Come on... You can do it..."
"Okay...."
He's on the pot three seconds and WHOOOOOOOSH! He jumps 20 feet into the air, death grips on my neck and screams at the Top of His Lungs: "THE MONSTER IS GETTIN' MY BUTT!"
Me, 7 months preg. Gabe, hanging off my neck with his bare ass hanging out. The techno potty, my nemesis.
He can't pee now, something called "Stage Fright." So I pull up the PullUp. I hear him peeing in it. Now I have to take off his shoes, his pants, his dirty PullUp, redress him. And every time we stepped in front of that sensor, WHOOOOOOOOOSH!
1 comment:
This is too funny. You always make my day, even when I have spent a week helping my brother move, and I am sooo tired.
How about just covering the sensor until he is finished? The sensor can be very sensitive, but I think it can be covered and then it doesn't flush until you uncover it.
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