Elastic Waistband

On our way to Avila this weekend we stopped in Paso to grab some lunch.  There are a number of places on my Pinterest board that I’m dying to try… just not with two little monkeys that have been caged in a Toureg for several hours.

I do have to say that we’ve actually been successful in training them to stare out the window at the scenery for hours, or to “take the shortcut.”  In my family that’s code for taking a nap.  I’m not proud to admit that I did not understand this clever little euphemism until my age was at least in the double digits.

So we stop in Paso and go to one of our regular standbys.  Jake tells me has has to go to the bathroom and it looks like it’s my turn to take him.  The ladies room is occupied and so I usher him into the men’s room.  Not to worry, it was a one seater… and he’s kind of a man I assured him.

I lock the door and Jake goes about his business, standing up.  Sometimes he prefers to stand on the side.  I’m not sure if this is because he’s usually making room for Nate (which Daddy has banned) or if it’s just because he’s going for unconventional.  In any case, things are going well and then something abrupt happens, “Whoa, whoa.  Jake you’re missing the bowl.”

He quickly regains control.

Then I notice he’s rubbing his right eye.

“What’s the matter with your eye?”

He turns to me and looks up, “I got pee in it.”

“You did?”

He finishes up and pulls up his drawers.  “And Mom, some pee went up my nose, too.”

“It did?  Okay then.  Let’s wash hands.  And your face…”

I get back to the lunch table and before I can even sit down Nate says, “Mama, I have to go potty.”