Or so I thought.
I’ve typed before, as well as spouting from my face, that potty training has not been the most enjoyable part of my parenting experience.
It’s forever challenging as your child develops their bowel and bladder control, matching this with there every ongoing routine evolution and lifestyle.
What I mean is it’s one thing to have them cracked at home, another at nursery and then there’s the outside world.
The outside world can be as close as the journey from the nursery to home, or even in our case last week, from the nursery to the car.
My little treasure was caught short as he was about to board our vehicle home. The school was too far back, so I chose the drain at the rear of the car.
A couple of parents gave the wincing look, but I would like to know what the alternative was.
Probably taking a wee at the nursery before we leave, which believe me has now been included into our current routine, especially when I suspect my child will be playing for at least 10 minutes on the school’s outdoor activity centre, before we even head for our transport.
It’s not the first time we’ve been caught short, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’d even prepared, and carried, an empty bottle for our recent London trip, which I knew would include several toilet-less tube journeys.
We’re not on our own, and I was chatting in the village bakery today, to a lady whose similarly aged daughter had been chastised by an elderly member of the public, for recently short-cutting the route to the main sewer.
Now that’s another issue, because the child should never be chastised for that. If there’s a problem with it I want to hear it, after all, it's me, or this girl's parent, that have allowed it to happen.
Interesting this lady believes that it is still legal for a man to relieve himself onto the rear wheel of a public bus.
Would be interesting to see what sort of reaction I got testing that theorem. What this space, or Central News anyway.
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Or so I thought.