Kaitlyn and I got quite a lesson today in, uh, the French way I guess we’ll call it.
I decided that I was not going to spend another Wednesday stuck in the house. With French lessons from 13:00 to 15:00, generally followed by a desperately needed nap (which can last as late as 18:00 if I let it, which I usually do), morning was our only hope.
I simply wanted to go to the market, get some veggies to go with dinner tonight, stop by the boulangerie for a baguette and dash into the Petite Casino for a bottle of milk. The playground is right next to where the market sets up, so I figured it was a win-win plan.
At the veggie stand, a little girl who couldn’t have been more than two showed the world she doesn’t need a diaper. Right there, just a few feet away on a little patch of dirt, she pulled down her pants and her underwear, balanced herself quite masterfully and aimed like a pro while she answered nature’s call. What is she doing? Kaitlyn asked. I hoped the others around us didn’t speak English. She’s going pee pee! Kaitlyn announced. Why? Good question. I suppose it’s more acceptable for a little boy to trot off toward a tree and turn his back to anyone around while he goes. But for a girl to just squat down and pee with people stepping over her, well that was just something I hadn’t expected to see let alone explain. I guess she had to go and that was better than having an accident. Kaitlyn thought about this for a second. Then, as I feared would happen next she said I have to go! You have to understand, when she does go she can barely aim inside a toilet, there is no way she can aim straight down between her legs while still missing her pants. Despite my protests, she went over to nearly the same spot, and sorta squatted down then ran back to me. She’d pretended, she told me. Thank goodness that was all. I’d like to hope she won’t remember that solution to needing to go. But her memory is too good… especially for the things we don’t want her to remember.