But then there are other books that we may not want to expose him to, for various reasons.
I don't think anyone needs to know all that much about poo, for example. I prefer to be blissfully ignorant of the entire poo process. Food in, poo out. End of story. I certainly do not want to go on a long journey with poo. I was on a flight to L.A. with a guy that smelled like he hadn't showered in about 2 weeks. That was a long journey with Mr. Poo.
And you sure as hell don't want to cook with it. At least the poo appears to be in small morsels.
This next book very likely provides too much information, and will lead to questions that nobody wants to answer. By the way, Mommy will be answering those questions.
He's not getting this next book, because there is no damn toilet in front of this kid. What, you can just pee wherever the hell you want?
And yeah, who the hell cares about disabled people?
This next one, actually, Claire might read to Spud someday. On those quiet nights when I'm down at the county lockup sleeping it off.
Well, Spud's Dad used to pee on the radiator in the bathroom in our Navy Quarters in Annapolis - and the toilet was right there! Time for some revenge!
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What a happy guy! Claire and John hit the jackpot with Benjamin, whatever his eventual preferred evacuation style might be.
ReplyDeleteAfter all, these are mere cultural customs emerged from humans' desire to avoid such inconveniences as cholera and dysentery.
An old acquaintance told about her adopted son's synergistic coupling of writing his name with emptying his bladder; the medium was the wall of the bathroom. Regrettably, his name was Wakefield (it could have been worse, say if his name had been Throckmorton or Bartholomew). No, I don't know how he dotted the "i". Yes, I suppose he was practicing the Palmer Method. I do suspect, however, that the mother was conflicted between sentiment and hygiene.