Thanks for your helpful comments on Wednesday’s post. Here’s something lighter for your weekend fare! 

A couple of months ago we spent Shabbat with friends. Their kids are 5 and 7 and offered us hope in the arena of being able to play and be around each other like civilized human beings, with minimal adult intervention. They even bragged about staying in bed until 9:00 on Sundays–the kids are allowed to serve themselves “treat” cereals and milk if they leave the adults alone.

So some day I am sure Miss M and AM will be in such a groove. In the meantime, I leave you with the following humorous anecdote:

AM approached me as I was, um, on the potty.* And indicated that he would like to sit on the potty. “Really? You want to sit on the potty?” He does, from time to time. Usually when his diaper is still warm from his most recent pee. He nodded, so I said, “Go get the potty ring from Ema’s bathroom.” He hesitated, so I told Miss M to help him find it. They dashed off and I heard the sound of the other toilet being fiddled with.

I managed to get there in time to see the potty ring in place and Miss M bent over AM, unfastening the tape of his diaper. “Um, what are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m helping AM. I’m taking his diaper off,” she explained.

“How is he going to get on the potty?”

“I’m going to lift him up.”

“Oh,” I said. Like hell! “You know, I’ll lift him. I think maybe he’s a little bit too heavy for you.”

So, we had a rockin’ good time singing the ABCs for a few minutes. No yield on the potty, as he was saving it for the shower, where he peed on my foot.

But really, did I need another situation where I had to contemplate the idea of someone getting hurt? Paging common sense! Maybe when she’s 5…

* It should go without saying that the bathroom door was open.