Scene: A restuarant. Sit-down, on the higher end of moderately priced.
Her: "Mommy, I have to go pee-pee."
Me: "OK, let's go."
(Mother and child go downstairs to the restroom, where child attends to bodily functions. The pair return to their seats. Dinner is served. Three minutes elapse.)
Her: "Mommy, I have to make poopy."
Me: "What?! But... you just WENT potty! Why didn't you go then?"
Her: "I didn't have to go!"
Me: "Well, can you wait?"
Her: "No, I have to hurry."
Me: "But you JUST WENT! You have to wait just a minute so we can eat, OK?"
Her: "NO, MOMMY, I HAVE TO GO QUICK."
Me: "FINE."
(The mother and child return to the potty, albeit with some grumping.)
Epilogue: This would be significantly less agonizing if it weren't predictable in a way one might liken to clockwork. Once is exasperating. Twice is aggravating. At least twice a week for several weeks running, well. There might not be a word for that. At least not one you can use on the Internet in a blog that your own grandmother reads.
Posted by andrea at July 8, 2005 06:59 PM