What a day, what a day.
If you happened to be walking around a certain town in a certain part of Virginia today, you may have seen a woman walking hand in hand with a young boy, not quite two years old yet. You may have stopped the woman to tell her that her son was adorable--that he had beautiful eyes, beautiful hair. You would have been right.
You may have noticed the woman's hair was, perhaps, slightly less beautiful. You would have been right again. You wouldn't have known that the reason for that was she forgot her straightener. And her running shoes. Which has no effect on her hair whatsoever. But still.
(Fear not. I have it on good authority that the woman in question hit the local Wal-Mart to buy replacements.)
However adorable this mother-son picture may have seemed to you, walking around the picturesque town you may or may not have been walking around this morning, you would have had quite a different impression if you were in the vicinity of a certain coffee shop.
Had you been outside the ladies room of a certain coffee shop in a certain town in a certain part of Virginia, you may have heard the following conversation:
(If that was you, my deepest apologies.)
Mother: Wiggle Man, come here please. Come here, honey. Mommy has to change your bum.
Wiggle Man: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
M: Please, honey, don't scream like that. This is a very small room. Now come here, please.
M: Now. Come here NOW.
WM: (Shakes his head no.)
M: Stop touching that garbage can. Get up off the floor and come here so I can change your bum.
***It should be noted at this point that there was no actual change table in this washroom, nor was there even a counter to do in a pinch, so Wiggle Man ended up back on the floor, where his bum was promptly, and with wet paper towels--guess who forgot wipes?--changed anyway.***
M: Ok, Wiggle Man. All done. Mommy needs to use the toilet now, and then we can go.
WM: Uh-uh. (More head shaking, followed by whimpering and tiny hands being held over tiny ears. Whatever you may think, this is actually about the noise of the toilet flushing. It's Wiggle Man's newest fear.)
M: Wiggle Man, come back here. Stop running around. No honey, it won't be scary. Please stop whining. PLEASE. Stop making that sound. Seriously. Stop.
The conversation continued in much the same vein throughout the fearsome toilet flush, hand washing, and purse-gathering that followed.
And then, of course, came my apology to the kind woman waiting outside, who I can only hope was entertained while she waited for her own potty break.
How will they get there?
3 days ago