Little People, Little World

Feeling ambitious, I decided to get the kids out of the house again this morning (two days in a row?!), this time to downtown’s Central Library. Having a car available to us today, we opted to use it. Compared to yesterday’s bus ride we did enjoy quicker, more convenient transport today, but the entertainment en route just wasn’t there.

Just as the sharks at Underwater Adventures failed to beat out the bus ride in becoming the highlight of yesterday’s trip, the wonderfully designed children’s area of the library, with its colossal collection of kid books and delightfully whimsical ambiance did not bring home the prize today. So what was it, you might ask, that Bear and Bean seized upon as the crowning experience? The glamorous downtown setting, complete with skyscrapers, buses and hoards of people? The rides up and down on the glass elevator? I’m afraid not. Today’s memorable toddler moment took place in… the bathroom. Indeed.

It went down something like this. In a rare moment of perfectly synchronized toddler bodily functions, Bear needed to go potty at the exact moment that Bean finished soiling her diaper. This enabled a two-birds-with-one-stone trip to the john. The convenience of this was much appreciated by Dad. We got the key for the family restroom from the librarian and stepped inside. Once inside, Bear’s face lit up, eyes widening to take in this wondrous sight. There in front of us was a child-sized toilet and a child-sized sink. They looked just like the fixtures she was familiar with, only shrunk down to her scale. No annoying stool needed, no degrading boosts from Dad required. Her glowing expression seemed to say “finally, someone gets me!”. And then I swear, there was a much colder sideways glance at Dad that seemed to say “dadbloggit, why the hell do we not have these at home?”.

Bear proceeded to use the facilities, completely unassisted, while Dad changed Bean’s diaper. Just moments after finishing up and returning to play, Bear once again indicated the need for a trip to the restroom, this time for a number two. Well, no number two occurred, and the tiniest trickle of number one was all that materialized. I’m fairly certain she just needed to see it again, to make sure it hadn’t all just been a dream.

About dadbloggit

I'm an architect-turned-stay-at-home-dad to three little daughters. Being an architect was hard. Being a full-time parent is RIDICULOUSLY hard. And equally as rewarding. Dadbloggit is a record of this journey.
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