Oh, the joys of motherhood…
…as much as I try to avoid it, it almost never fails, we are in the middle of a store, and I have got to go… Johnny tells me I am worse than a kid, and I am beginning to think he is right. and just like a kid…when I gotta go, I gotta go, which usually means – I have to take my son with me. So, now that he is pretty vocal, as anyone that has a 4 year old knows, it is not a good experience…
Noah: Mom, I will wait out here
Me: No, you have to come in with me, I don’t want someone to take you
Noah: Are we in the girls restroom?
Me: No, this is the family restroom Noah (I have convinced him, for a while at least that the wheelchair symbol on the door means ‘family’ restroom)
Noah: then how come there are only girls in here
Me: because they are the only ones that need to go to the restroom right now…stop playing with the lock – do NOT open that door (I have already been exposed, thanks to my son, at the McDonalds playground, Ryans and the Laundreymat)
Noah: I’m not… are you pooping?
Me: be quite Noah
Noah: you are pooping mom, it stinks
I flush the toilet and give him a dirty look
Noah: DON’T FLUSH IT, it’s too loud
Me: be quite Noah
Noah: Does your stomach hurt
Me: can you just be quite
Noah: Remember, don’t push…
Of course he remembers everything I tell him at the WRONG time…I hear laughing from the sink area
Me: Hush Noah
Noah: Your always pooping Mommy, don’t fart…
Sometimes… I really hate my life….
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