Let me give you a hypothetical situation. Totally hypothetical.
Let's say you have a sudden urge to "use the facilities" and
drag your 4-year-old child into a restroom. Let's just say that the
restroom is at, oh, I don't know . . . Wal-Mart.
You rush in and push open the first door available. You
thoroughly cover the seat with toilet paper and remind your child
to stand against the stall wall. You sit down.
You smile at your child.
"Are you excited about the new mac & cheese we got?"
"I wuv mac & cheese. I wuv Dora. Are we girls?"
"Uh…yes, we're girls. You're a girl. I'm a-"
Your conversation is interrupted and your smile turns to shock
when you hear a loud "bathroom noise" from the adjacent stall. Not
so subtly, your child blurts out, "SOMEONE TOOTED, MOMMY!" which
only makes you giggle because you realize what an understatement
You hold your finger to your lips attempting to shush her,
unable to speak because you are trying to keep your uncontrolled
laughter both silent and controlled. Your child delights at your
restraint and realizes that their comment is what made you laugh,
so they try again. "SOMEONE TOOTED, MOMMY! SOMEONE TOOTED!"
You attempt to cover your child's mouth with your hand.
"Mummmy…wuh wah ooing (muffle, muffle)" followed by peals of
laughter. She pulls your hand away, which takes little effort
because you can't stop laughing. She laughs more and thinks this is
a game. You wave your finger over your mouth in a shushing motion
and try to distract her with something else, while holding back
your laughter, "Look at this toilet paper. Isn't it long…and white?
See how long and white it is?" Tears are running down your
As you're wiping your tears with the toilet paper, she crouches
down to look under the stall wall.
You notice and quickly pull her up, but not before she notices
the color of your neighbor's shoes.
"He has red shoes, Mommy."
He? Your laughter subsides because it's suddenly replaced by
worry that maybe, in your haste, you entered the wrong restroom. It
does seem more likely that that noise would have come from a man,
but then you recall that there were no urinals, so this must be the
women's restroom. You hope.
"He furry legs like daddy." You cringe at your child's words,
but are simultaneously worried, so you peer down under the stall.
You realize it's definitely a woman, a woman that doesn't own a
At this point the odor hits both you and your child like a wall
of rotten cheese. Your child says, "That's stinky, Mommy!
'Scusting. That's 'scusting, Mommy. Ewwwww! That's not funny,
Mommy. That's 'scusting."
You shake your head "no" because you can't believe this
happening. You shush your child and begin your diversion tactics
again, "Look at this toilet paper. See how long and white it is.
And what shape is this container? Round? Circle?"
"Are you pooping, Mommy?"
"Yes, Mommy's pooping. Everybody poops. You poop, right?
She sings, "Mommy's pooping, Mommy's pooping." You faux flush
the toilet in an attempt to cover your child's words.
You attempt to finish up and decide you can really finish at
home, you don't even care if you crap your pants in the car, you
just want out of this bathroom.
You decide everyone has suffered enough and even though you
aren't finished and may suffer consequences, that doesn't seem to
compare to the agony you're currently experiencing. So you finish
up, button up, wash up and exit, leaving the wall of rotten cheese
Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Kate Hall is a married homeschooling mom to her three kids, all of which were adopted from China, living in the lovely suburbs of Chicago.
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