A New Low

I shouldn't even be telling you this.

It's privacy, as The Boy would say.

Before I became a mom, and even now that I am a mom, I hear stories of women that think they will never again get to go to the bathroom alone. It is true that I find The Boy tagging along frequently, but more and more, as he gets older, I am able to sneak in alone. I never wanted to lock the door on him, mostly because I don't want him to know it locks. He will knock and I say, "I need privacy, please." I don't mind as much if he observes "potty" but I never wanted him to observe "poop". "Poop" is definitely privacy.

Last Friday at W@lm@rt we had to do it. I couldn't leave him out there alone! Someone could snatch him. He could run off. My mind runs rampant with all the things that could happen. I asked him if he had to go and he did, so he went "potty" first. Then he sat in the chair in the corner and chatted with me as if it were the most natural thing in the world to poop in pairs. And, since I've sat with him so many times over the last 3.5 years, in his mind there is nothing wrong with it.

I don't think he's scarred for life, but I just might be.