For all of you that are now currently with little ones.
This morning a little girl waltzes into our office (one, two three, one, two three…)the way that only little girls can. I suppose a little boy could appear that way too if he had big poofy hair and a pink tutu. I mean I did see a 6 year old girl at Costco the other day wearing a Misfits Crimson ghost T-Shirt. She stretches to put her fingertip up to the edge of the counter, head leaned back, trying to get her eyes to the top to see. It is obvious she is looking for something, probably a jar of suckers or similar. Her mother takes a list of availabilities off the counter to look them over. The little ballerina/princess looks up and sees that there is no ceiling above her and her eyes go really wide as she sees the skylights at the top of the 2nd floor. Or rather I thought her eyes went big because of the view. Very loudly she matter of factually proclaimed “I am 4 years old and I have to go poop”. Not being my child, nor the child of any of my co-workers, we of course laughed. We all knew better, but it wasn’t our child and it has been a rough couple of weeks today. It turned into a song. ‘poop’ moved from one, to two, to roughly 20 syllables long. All the way to the bathroom. at which point the other side of the office, was containing giggles and snickers. Probably because they still have children. I learned today that even a well sound proof bathroom is no match for Whitney Houston the 4 year old ballerina/Princess that has to go poop. “I’m goin’ poo oop, its gonna be a bii iig one” Then The job that I sent to the copier started. The Copier vibrates the Toilets in the restrooms. Without a hick up she is singing to the rhythm of the copier. with the occasional ‘shush’ being heard from her mother. They come off stage out of the bathroom and all is well. The office staff are unable to breath from prior laughter. The mother declares that she didn’t even go, she probably just wanted to see the bathroom.
