A good night for take out


Anyone who spends a significant amount of time with a toddler can appreciate the joy that a few minutes of privacy can bring. Toddlers are with you always, with an endless stream of questions, many of which have obvious answers and didn’t need to be asked in the first place.

I had one of those days with my son, so when I went to the bathroom, I locked the door. I just wanted to tinkle in peace. But no sooner had I sat down when I heard the familiar: “Mommy, where are you?” followed by my son’s desperate attempt to open the door. I was so frustrated I couldn’t stand it. So when my son asked, “What you doing?” I replied,  “Cooking dinner!”Then I got up, flushed, washed my hands, and came out of the bathroom.

There stood my son with a very confused look on his face. Then he said, “Mommy, I don’t think I want to eat dinner tonight.”

Submitted by Anne

17 responses »

  1. Haha!! Love that one. Oh, I remember those days. Going to the bathroom alone was a rare treat indeed. I remember the questions too. To stave off frustration, I’d remind myself that my toddler’s brain was developing rapidly, and those questions all went to that development. It was up to me to make sure it went smoothly. How’s that for rationalization? 🙂


  2. You had me cracking up! My kids follow me into the bathroom on a regular basis. And if I don’t let them in, they bang on the door and cry. Maybe I need to come up with some clever responses to leave them speechless (for 10 seconds).


    • OMG, HOW ANNOYING! I totally feel for you. Good luck with those clever responses. Maybe you can have them sit on the floor outside the door as you tell them a story. Then they’ll be excited when you go to the bathroom. “Yeah! Story time!” 🙂

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  3. Okay…best blog post I’ve read all day!! This one had me laughing!!! My kids are now grown, my youngest being 18. But boy do I remember the days of speed-peeing, last to eat my cold dinner, followed by restless nights thanks to bad dreams, too long naps or colds. They do keep us laughing. I particularly loved the time we loaded the car (husby, myself, 8 year old daughter) to go to church and got one block down the road when my daughter said. “Mommy, bubba’s not coming with us to church today?” Screeching tires as the SUV stops and the ugh in unison. We went back and found our six month old baby boy Vincent strapped in his car seat and chilling in the living room. Love this post & sharing it now.


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