Donegal mum Maria Rushe proposes a new rule for the protection of parents who are potty training their tots.
Listen up Mamma Bears.
Can we introduce a new law?
Let us call it the Potty Parent law…
And let us apply it to all public toilets from this moment on.
The law shall decree:
“When you see a parent in a queue for a public toilet, with a Potty Training Smallie who is on the verge of leaving yellow puddles at his or her or your feet, you MUST GET THE FECK OUT OF THE WAY and let that parent fast track to the porcelain pot IMMEDIATELY.”
You shall know the true Potty Parents by their desperate, fidgeting demeanour, as they
jump around trying everything to distract their child.
You shall know them by their repetitive-but-increasing-in-frequency-sing-songing of “Just hold on a minute” and “Keep that peepee in your touchee for two seconds” or “It’s nearly our turn Darling”.
And you shall recognise the wild and bulging eyes of the Potty Parent as he or she holds the volcanic wobbler on their hip, worrying not only for the lapse in dignity of their child if they peepee or poopoo on themselves, but also for themselves that Peepee or Poopoo will most likely end up trickling down THEM also.
And of course, while said parent will likely have a change of clothes in their bag for the offending wobbler, the chances of them carrying around a change of clothes for themselves is as likely as the wobbler’s bladder holding on much longer…
So if you are in a queue in a public toilet and you see such a parent and child behind you in said queue, you must step aside and offer the next available cubicle to them.
Trust me, they shall bestow gratitude and praise upon you faster than the peepee that is running down their hip and Karma shall repay you in the future.
Thank you to the lady who recognised me as one of these potty parents in the SSE Arena last Saturday.
Who turned to me and said, “You go ahead Love. She’s so good!” when I truly thought that the floor of the loo was going to end up as shiny as the ice the skaters were dancing on…
It was clear to her (Not to the other numpties who simply looked at me as if I were mental as I bounced around singing the “Just hold on!” song) that I was a Parent of the Toilet Training variety. Perhaps what gave it away in fairness, was my eventual roar of “OK PEE FASTER PEOPLE!” for this Mammy had reached her level of potty patience and knew that her little monster would not be able to hold it in much longer.
So yes. A new law. Or maybe even a little fast track lane drawn on the floor, you know like bicycle lanes in the city? Or a bus lane? A little queue lane with potties drawn on it.
Because not only would it save the peepee of the wobblers, it might save the parents from losing the absolute “poopoo” too.
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