Volume Control

My friend, Sharon, shares a hilarious story on her blog about a three year old in a public restroom, and it made me think of a funny Mason story. Imagine that!

When Mason was about three, it seemed that every single time we went in to the Family Christian bookstore, he would have to use their restroom. AND - it was always a #2 trip - never just a quick potty. I'll never forget one time in particular. It was almost closing time, and the employees were all in the back of the store right outside the restroom. I was inside with Mason as he was completing the task at hand. Out of blue, in full Mason volume he shouts, "MOM...we don't EAT poop!" I was mortified. I turned up my own volume and said, "Why would you say that? No one's eating poop!" I opened the door a bit to make sure EVERYONE could hear and said again, "No one's eating poop!" At that point, the store manager walked by, and I have a feeling he hadn't heard Mason's original comment based on the look of complete bewilderment on his face.

I hurried Mason out the door leaving our intended purchases behind - along with any sliver of pride I had left. What possessed that child to have to poop every time we went in that store, I'll never know. I'm just thankful that stage is over, but I still avoid eye contact with the store manager whenever I'm shopping there. It's not that difficult - he seems to be avoiding me for some reason, too!