We were at the fabric store last week. Reid had to use the bathroom, of course. What is it with that kid and public restrooms? I swear he leaves no bathroom unturned.
I assisted him in the unbuckling of his pants and stood him in front of the toilet.
He then informed me that he needed to sit first. "I have a bathroom plan. First poop. Then pee," he told me as he held up his fingers.
He forgot to include singing and chatting in that plan. Reid does most of his conversing while on the pot.
I think three people came and left the stall next to us during that duration. (How many people seriously use JoAnn's bathroom?) I'm pretty sure every one of them heard me say in frustration, "Reid! This is not time to chat. It's time to do your business and get out of here."
Having three boys has made it much easier for me to use bathroom language on a daily basis.
In other Reid news... He recently picked up Beyonce's Single Ladies. Only he sings it, "All the single leggies." Which is really funny coming from a boy who wears a prosthetic leg.