I consider myself fortunate that I have not been on an airplane for a while...not because of how I feel about flying, but because of what happens at airports. In particular, I am concerned about the repeated announcements asking people to report any suspicious bags or packages to security. Since becoming a parent, I have always felt like all of our bags are suspicious because there's usually something gross either on them or in them.
These days, I have started carrying a bag that is far more icky if not suspicious than a typical diaper bag. In fact, my Trader Joe's bag reminds me of the belly I used to have at the end of each pregnancy because it seems to enter each room before I do. Why? Because it contains a Diego potty seat that goes on top of the toilet. That's right, my younger son (YS) decided not to use a toilet unless he can sit on that seat. In fact he liked that seat so much that we tried to find a second one at Target for our upstairs bathroom. Unfortunately, YS may not be the only child whose urination is Diego-enabled. There were none to be found. YS had to settle for a Dora seat.
This past Friday I took my kids to a children's museum with my friend Sally HP and her boys. The boys had a great time. I had stashed the omnipresent Trader Joe's bag behind a bench in the middle of the room. I figured that was a good place, because it was close the bathroom while being out of the way of any curious kids. We ended up not even needing it. YS discovered how to pee standing up!
However after we had left, I realized we had left the seat behind the bench. The problem is that YS still needs it for...well business involving actually sitting on the toilet. I had a terrible image of some poor employee digging through the suspicious bag only to discover a potty seat that had been used on public toilets! As stressed as I was when considering the embarrassment of returning to the museam to pick up a potty seat, I was more afraid of the argument with YS if he could no longer sit on it. I therefore participated in a most unusal phonecall during which I encouraged the museam receptionist not to touch the Trader Joe's bag that had been left behind the bench. Of course she had to ask why. There was definitely a long pause when I answered.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Parenting includes some crappy experiences and memories that just can't be flushed away.Labels: Humor (at least Attempted), Outings and Playgroups, Toys / Clothes / Gear |
I considered buying one of those foldable potty seats when my first was training but never got around to it. I guess I was lucky that she and her brother weren't picky about their seats.