Today I took the kids to the library and we had to visit the restroom. The youngest ones crowded into the handicap stall and were taking turns using the potty.
When it was Jake's turn, Zoey and Kate, peered in fascination as Jake stood up to go. At home, he sits like they do due to mom's wrath at his poor aim, so they just recently became aware of his amazing ability to stand up to go.
I choose to help him aim because...well...I don't care to clean up a public restroom.
I learned that the hard way.
One time, many years ago, I lost my grip while helping one of my other boys. Let me just say that a loose fire hose has nothin' on a little boy who has to go really bad.
Anyhoo...
As I was leaning over Jake trying to help him, SaraGrace started peppering him with questions.
"Jake...are you gonna go by yourself or is someone gonna help you?"
No answer....he's concentrating.
"Jake...are you gonna do dat yourself? I don't think you can do dat. Who is going to point da arrow?"
Oh My Word...
I started laughing so hard! Point the arrow? Now that is one description I've never heard before.
