Mrs. Sommerer (standing in the hallway, the usual bathroom monitoring position): “You doin’ ok, Hunter?”
Hunter (who is 3): “Yeah.”
(Time goes by.)
Mrs. Sommerer: “Still ok?”
Hunter: “I need more paper.”
Mrs. Sommerer: “No problem.”
(Grabs a roll, goes into the stall, is momentarily stunned.)
Mrs. Sommerer (recovered): “Hunter, I’m going to help you up and you need to go to the next stall. Just get up and go over to the other toilet and don’t do anything until I get there, ok?”
Hunter: “Why?”
Mrs. Sommerer: “Trust me.”
Had he not heard your world-famous wiping tutorial, or did he just not rememeber it? …or was he trying to keep the monsters smashed down underneath all that toilet paper?
Oh, he’s heard it. I have a recording playing continuously on a loop in the bathroom. He’s just 3, though, so I think the Chinese and French versions confused him. 😉
HAHAHAHAHA! Our toilet looks like that with some regularity on Wednesdays…because Wednesday-Jake, our afternoon sitter, won’t help Tim wipe, so he’s on his own if he has to poop.
HAHAHAHAHA!
Hehe….good try Hunter!
I just had a conversation with my grown son last night about one time when he was in kindergarten and had a bathroom issue. He wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. Period. (there were private bathrooms in the kindergarten room with doors) The teacher finally had to call me. It was a tissue issue.
Hehe….that kindergarten teacher is now his mother-in-law.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is great, Hunter! Someday you’ll look back on this and see it as the reason for becoming a tree-hugger.