Thursday, March 30, 2006

Memories of 7 year old sons

The other night, Steve and I were reminded of a story from a vacation when the boys were just beginning to read. We rented a rustic cabin near Mom's in the Ozark Mountains.

Late one morning, Steve saw Ricky acting strange and, knowing more about our children's bodily functions than we ever thought possible, asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom.

"Yes," he gasped, "real bad."

"Then go back into the cabin and go," Steve responded reasonably.

"I can't! We have to go to Grandma's house!"


"Because of the sign."

"What sign?" Now Steve was perplexed.

"The sign in the bathroom."

We went into the cabin to check out this sign, as we were sure the toilet was in working order. Here's the sign:

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