I've been teaching a few kids how to play the piano and the boys know that when I'm with a student they can play outside or watch TV upstairs. That's the rule. Luke usually comes home in the middle of a lesson so he comes in, drops his stuff, goes potty, and then runs outside.
One particular day Caleb and his friend forgot the rule (or ignored it) and kept coming in and out and ringing the door bell. To keep them out I finally locked the doors. About 5-10 minutes before my lesson was finished I began to hear Luke banging on the garage door and yelling, "M-ahhhhhh-m!" I ignored it until the lesson was done and then went to the back door. I opened it and found Luke with his pants and underwear to his ankles. He says, "I had to go to the bathroom." "Didn't you just go?" "Yea, but I had to poop and now I need some tissue." "You pooped? Where?" He then points with one hand out the garage and then quickly with the other hand toward the other side of the house while looking a little suspicious. He went in to clean up while I did a little poop search. The location...the bed of Grandpa's truck which we had borrowed for the week. He said no one would see him in there. Yea, sure. If you know the layout of our cul-de-sac and driveway this logic is even funnier.
So it seems he thought through what location would provide the most privacy (failed), but didn't quite run through what he'd do to clean himself up (double fail). Assuming no one saw him he wasn't at all embarrassed just sort of 'Gotta do what you gotta do.'
Ben made him hose out the back of the truck when he got home which, for Luke, turned out to be fun, hilarious, and not an effective punishment.
2 comments:
This made me laugh out loud and spit out the water I was drinking. great writing and welcome to life with smart boys!
Did Ben say "I'll cut your finger off if you poop in Grandpa's truck again!"
Very funny. Poor kid was probably panicking while he tried to find the best place to go.
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