My son has a disease. I think it’s highly infectious, and you may very well have a child or two or three of your own that have caught the bug. “Bathroom radar” alerts your child to the exact moment you walk into the bathroom and sit on the throne. It’s a total calamity – for Mom, anyway.
One afternoon very recently, I was studiously typing away at my keyboard in my upstairs office for at least an hour. I heard my son downstairs laughing like a hyena over Opie and Sheriff Andy creating a huge mess of the house while Aunt Bee was away.
Quiet as a mouse, I moved across the hall from my office through my bedroom and to the bathroom for a quick break. Remember, I haven’t heard from my son in an hour. Within 10 seconds of entering the bathroom and sitting on the throne (I’ll spare you ALL the details), the before-mentioned son bounds up the stairs and is peeking in the bathroom doorway quickety-lickety-split, ready to tell me SOMETHING. Bathroom Radar is 100% accurate, 100% of the time. I have not peed in private in 8 ¾ years.
It’s a good thing for him he has such a sweet face.
Have you heard of a vaccine for this? Or are we Moms forced to live with this condition forever?
Love,
TCB
