26 January 2012
Today it was particularly tasty, and since we didn't find the right end table at the nearby stores in which we looked, that made the trip worthwhile.
Before we left, as I an wont to do because I am the Queen Of OMGIGottaPee, I decided to use the facilities before we left there, and as I opened the door I could already hear the sounds of frustrated motherhood coming from one of the stalls.
No, no, no, I said no!
She said no; I said "heh," albeit under my breath.
No, no...I mean it. No!
I made some noise, lest she think she was alone in there with her kid, because she really did sound stressed and part of me thought she might haul off and whack him one, and I'm just not down with people whacking the snot out of little kids.
No, that's not clean--don't--no, no no DON'T LICK THE WALL!!!
I had to flush to cover my own laughing.
Oh God, don't sit, that floor isn't clean...STOP LICKING THE WALL!!!
Ya know, I don't think I ever had a problem with the Boy licking bathroom walls. He liked to touch stuff even when told not to, but to his credit, not once did he lick anything in a public bathroom.
Well, not when I was with him. I have no idea what he's done as an adult.
But I'm betting he hasn't...