Bathroom Humor.

While my children are still young enough to not realize when I post stories about them on the internet for the entire world to read forever, I'm going to take advantage of it. They think the computer is for pictures and Skyping with Grandma, and that's about it. Maybe cute Youtube videos.

Claire's been really funny the past couple weeks. (And a little disclaimer, this one is all about poop.) A couple weeks ago our family got hit with sick bad. Claire got the worst of it. It started with vomiting every half hour for a day or so and then later developed to diarrhea from Hell. Really. Every 15 minutes. And while it's gross and sad, it's also hilarious when your children get it for the first time that they can recognize.

It was 3 AM and poor Claire had already soiled every pair of underwear she owns, but she was on the toilet again, holding it for dear life and sobbing, "What is happening?! Why is this happening to me?!" I thought for sure she'd be terrified to fart ever again for fear of what might happen instead. She has since named the symptom "water poops". When she was feeling better she proudly exclaimed, "Mom! I don't think I have the water poops anymore!" We've referred to them as that ever since.

Last week Claire and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings. We were seated towards the front and enjoying sipping on our drinks, chatting, when she said she had to go to the bathroom. She is all about being independent and likes to go by herself. Since I could see the bathrooms from there, I obliged. I watched her walk around, and her little head disappeared behind the counter, and then I saw the Men's door open and close. I jumped up and ran over, cracked the door open and yelled that it was the wrong bathroom, the boy's bathroom. She yelled back, "It's too late, Mom. I'm already pooping!"

Of course a handful of gents decided they also had to go at that exact moment. One by one they each walked in, turned around, and walked back out. They were fantastic and completely understood. One guy even told me about how just last month he accidentally used the women's room because he was looking down at his phone. I wanted to tell him, "Yeah, but my kid is FOUR."

Anyway, after a few minutes, the door opened and Claire came waddling out the men's room and into the women's with her underwear up and pants around her ankles. I guess she just wanted to finish up in the right bathroom.

She had no shame. It didn't even phase her. It was fantastic. She's so great. And I hope she forgives me in 10 years when she finds out I told everyone all about it.