Another PS. I think I mis-led a few of you into thinking I had gotten a complaint from Cheryl or Jenny, when that is the farthest thing from the truth. They are both wonderful people (with great senses of humor) and my only wish is that I lived closer to either of them so we could visit more often. The complaints have been from people who feel the need to tell me there are moms on this earth who have lost their children (Like I don’t know? Like I haven’t attended the funerals myself?) who would give anything for what I have and that I should quit complaining about my own kids so much. I just wanted to clear that up, in case anyone misunderstood what I meant. But you're right. Pooey on those people anyway.
Sitting around the table this morning, I’m not even sure how, but the subject of girls’ bathrooms vs. boys’ bathrooms came up, and Kellen mentioned that at Kendrie’s new school, it will probably confuse everyone when she goes in the girls’ bathroom since she is such a tomboy.
Then he commented, “If you went in the boy’s bathroom, people would think you’re pooping all the time because you’d go in the stall every time.”
I replied with: “Do you have stalls only at your school, or do you use a urinal?”
Kellen: “A what???”
Kristie: “A urinal. You know, one of those white things on the wall that you pee into.”
Kellen (pause): “Oh, I get it! A urinal! Because it’s got URINE, ALL over it!”
At which point Blaine cracked up laughing, and I realized two things simultaneously:
1. We have very inappropriate breakfast conversations, and
2. They do not pay the custodians at my kids’ school NEAR enough money.