chicagodisneyfan
Peace
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I win most mortifying moment! I can never go to Cold Stone Creamery again. I am waiting for the police/DCFS to come knocking any second.
My cousin had a doctor's appointment, so I agreed to watch Patrick for a few hours. He just turned three. As I do not have children, and therefore no parenting skills, when kids misbehave I bribe them to be good.
So off we go to Cold Stone. As soon as we walk in the door, the trouble starts. I hear "I have to go potty, have to go potty." Ok - off we go to the bathroom. I have heard of Patrick's trials with the potty - apparently he has fallen into the toilet severel times so when he climbs on he hangs to the sides of the toilet seat for dear life. (An no, I did not lysol the seat before putting him on it). Then he starts " you have to hold my peeenish, you have to hold my peeenish". Not having kids, I do not believe this, so I call my cousin.
Unfortunately, the answer is yes, you do have to hold his thing down for him otherwise he sprays at a 90 degree angle over anything. So I grimace and push it down, he potties, we wash up and get in line to get ice cream.
Thats when he starts singing - "you touched my peeenish, you touched my peeenish". A woman asks if I was his mother and of course I say no. Well she gave me the satan look, spoke to the manager who then asked me to leave.
As I was probably the color purple, and not sure how to explain myself, I left.
When I told the story to my cousin, she fell to the floor laughing. There is probably a wanted poster of me at Cold Stone.
I have to go crawl under a rock now.
My cousin had a doctor's appointment, so I agreed to watch Patrick for a few hours. He just turned three. As I do not have children, and therefore no parenting skills, when kids misbehave I bribe them to be good.
So off we go to Cold Stone. As soon as we walk in the door, the trouble starts. I hear "I have to go potty, have to go potty." Ok - off we go to the bathroom. I have heard of Patrick's trials with the potty - apparently he has fallen into the toilet severel times so when he climbs on he hangs to the sides of the toilet seat for dear life. (An no, I did not lysol the seat before putting him on it). Then he starts " you have to hold my peeenish, you have to hold my peeenish". Not having kids, I do not believe this, so I call my cousin.
Unfortunately, the answer is yes, you do have to hold his thing down for him otherwise he sprays at a 90 degree angle over anything. So I grimace and push it down, he potties, we wash up and get in line to get ice cream.
Thats when he starts singing - "you touched my peeenish, you touched my peeenish". A woman asks if I was his mother and of course I say no. Well she gave me the satan look, spoke to the manager who then asked me to leave.
As I was probably the color purple, and not sure how to explain myself, I left.
When I told the story to my cousin, she fell to the floor laughing. There is probably a wanted poster of me at Cold Stone.
I have to go crawl under a rock now.
I dont feel so bad about flashing a whole amusement park now
