November 16, 2010
Other People's Toilets
Other people's toilets are like cocaine for my kids: they crave them.
Before we even come close to stepping foot into any house that is for sale, we take all of our kids to the bathroom.
Prospective buyers used to use our toilets when we were selling our house in Philadelphia. I thought about duct taping the lids down, but my realtor told me that if I was serious about selling my house, that I should learn to live with certain things, even if those things made me want to vomit.
Despite this precaution, at least one of my children always has a bathroom emergency.
Today it was Kellen. He spent the entire time we were inside the house staring longingly at the powder room commode.
"Nope," my husband said, shaking his head. "You're going to have to hold it."
"We'll stop at a gas station on the way home," I told him.
My son looked at me like I was depriving him of one of life's basic necessities.
"Needs and wants are two different things," I explained.
"One time won't hurt," he begged.
My husband pointed out that that's the same thing that people say about drugs.
Shockingly, when we got to the gas station, my son's urge to urinate was gone.