This morning, The Mayor went to his bookshelf and chose a few books. Then he yelled, "POOPY COMING!!!" and ran to the bathroom, books in hand.
Once properly throned, he opened a book and began to "read" to himself.
A calm, happiness shrouded him.
The thing is, The Mayor sat there for twenty minutes during the household morning rush hour.
I had to "hold it" while he leisured on the loo.
K was so proud.
Proof that The Mayor, at two and a half, is on his way to being a MAN.
"Get the camera!" K yelled. "We should document this!"
But I just have to ask, why do men go into the bathroom way before they are actually prepared to... move something?
I have never known a woman to say, "I've got to UNBURDEN myself honey, have you seen the sports pages? "
Women head in ready for action.
If they realize that... well ... things are stuck...or whatever... they pack up the equipment and come back later...
...or MAYBE pick at
my their cuticles...
...or snoop in
my their hosts cabinet of toiletries... (oooooh, Tucks Medicated!!!)
I fetched the camera and documented The Mayors progress to true manhood, but I don't know what is worse...
K suggesting that I photograph The Mayor in action or me posting the incriminating photo to the internet.
Posting it is worse.
I can't do it.
At least not today.
(BUT MEN TAKE LONGER)