Stranded

Yesterday Gabriel ran up to me and said, "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom!" It is the "who's going to wipe my buns off when I'm done" dilemma that the little people face. I hollered to Jonathan to listen for his call, and headed to the shower.

When I turned off the shower, I could hear a little voice downstairs yelling desperately, "I'm DONE!!" Poor chap had been hollering for 10 minutes, and Jonathan was off with his head in the clouds and failed to notice.

It must be a terrible moment as a three year old sitting on the toilet, slowly losing all feeling in your legs, and reflecting on the fact that even though there are 10 people in the household, no one is available to take care of you. You could be sitting on the toilet forever. And what a depressing end that would be.

P.S. We are 10 now because Margarita lives with us, and Grandpa arrived three days ago, and will be staying several weeks.