Our car kept overheating on our way home from Sydney this morning and our 90 minute drive took over three hours. It was stressful: we kept pulling over to let our car cool down on highway stretches, we had no water or food, our phone was nearly dead and our children are not big fans of car seats. And of course Saf (almost 3) had a sudden urge to do his daily poo. I knelt down next to him on the side of the highway, not a building or person in sight, encouraging him to relax and poo if he needed to. After a few minutes of adjusting his position he gave up: "I can't go poo here. Somebody might step in it."
|thanks husband, for capturing this moment|
This evening after the usual dinner chaos and showers we sat in the living room talking a bit. Saf was lounging on Chris and I noted that they are looking more and more similar. Saf agreed, he says it's their noses and their faces and their chins. "Are you going to have a beard when you grow up like your dad?" I asked. "Yes," Saf said, "Probably when I turn 3." We laughed and Chris said, "Well, you probably will be shaving by the time you are 13. You've got Indian genes." (What?!? I had a lot more compassion for my husband's teenage years after that conversation.)
And this one makes me laugh every time I tell it.
We were in a small bakery that recently opened on our street, popping by for the first time to see what they had to offer and pick up a few donuts. There was one other person there, a man with shaggy hair, a slim build wearing a long trench coat. Saf was talking loudly about the man, why he was there and about how he had dropped some coins on the ground. He was quiet for a moment and then shouted in disbelief, "THAT'S NOT A MAN!! IT'S A LADY!!"
I was moderately horrified, stared at my child and whispered, "No." Then I turned to my much less verbal child and started talking to her about anything at all. I did not look at the man nor did I try to correct my child's erroneous revelation about his gender. I've replayed this scene many times in my head wondering if there was a better way to handle it - what do you think?
Have you ever been responsible for kids who have said embarrassing things in public? What have you done?