You might remember earlier in the week I told you our family went to the water park and stayed over from the 26th into the 27th. We had a great time. We plan to do it again next year.
I had promised that there was a Georgia (my 3 1/2-year-old granddaughter) story in all of this and there is. I’ll tell it to you now.
Kelli (Georgia’s mom) and I had driven down together. Her boys, Eli and Emmett, were, unfortunately, suffering from colds and not feeling well so Kelli’s husband Jason stayed home with them and Georgie and Kelli rode with me. We missed them at the park but in the end, it turned out okay as they were the youngsters of the bunch and would have been hard to watch. We’re hoping next year everyone is healthy and everyone can go.
Kelli, Georgia, and I were driving home but made a stop at Walmart in Manchester, Iowa. Kelli had the Hanken side Christmas coming up. Her mother-in-law is remodeling their house and she has no kitchen but has the only house that can host a get-together because of the size and accessibility. Kelli offered to make most of the food and needed to stop and get the groceries for it.
We had just been at the thrift store and Georgie insisted on getting something. We ended up letting her get a stuffed horse. She can be awful in the store and can be loud and demanding. I don’t let her get by with it…Kelli sometimes does.
As we drove up to Walmart, Kelli and I started talking about who was going to take Georgia and how we could get out of the store the quickest. Me, I really didn’t need anything so it was decided I would take Georgia. Just then Georgia started yelling about how she was going to get a toy. NOPE. She was not going to get a toy. She didn’t need a thing and it was just Christmas. She already had just gotten something at the thrift store.
Please note, Georgie is VERY strong-willed and is no pushover. I love her dearly but her personality is one that can make life interesting.
I told her we weren’t getting a toy and she said something again that she was getting a toy. I told her that we’d just sit in the car and there would be no toy.
We sat there for 10 minutes or so and then she yelled, “I have to go poop!!”
I told her we could go in and go to the bathroom but there would be NO TOY!
We got into the bathroom. She went into the stall and I stood outside the door and told her I would stand there and hold the door shut. She ended up locking the door. Oh my.
So she did her business and then at the top of her lungs yelled, “Someone has to wipe my butt”. Then she yelled it again and again. Yes. I was embarrassed.
So…I started talking to her saying that if she wanted to get help, she’d have to come and unlock the door. She refused. She said Grandma Nay said she can’t get off the toilet without wiping for she might get poop on the toilet ring. UGH. Of all time to listen to Grandma Nay, now was not the time.
She wouldn’t wipe herself. Nothing. She wouldn’t do anything except yell, “Someone has to wipe my butt.”
I looked at the door…Nope. I’m 57 years old and this is my grandkid, not my kid. I don’t have to crawl under bathroom doors anymore. My time has passed. I totally pulled the Grandma card.
I called Kelli on her phone. I said, “Hello. We are looking for the mother of the three years old girl in the bathroom at the front of the store with the red and black poncho who is locked in the stall screaming “Someone has to wipe my butt”. If you are that mother, could you please report to the bathroom at the front of the store?”
Kelli said, “For real Mom?” I said, “Yes. For real.”
So Kelli came and tried to reason with Georgie to get off the toilet and unlock the door or to wipe herself. No go.
So…Kelli decided the only option was to crawl under the bathroom door and open it. As you can see from the picture, there is very little clearance.
Kelli got down and was about halfway through. She had to scrunch up her butt to move forward. Her but hit the door and the door flew open.
Needless to say, Georgia’s butt got wiped and she didn’t get a toy.
There is never a dull moment…never.
I thought you all could use a good laugh. I often have blog readers tell me that they shared a story from the blog with their spouse. I think this is one a spouse might enjoy as well.
If you’re a long-time blog reader, you know this is just Georgie. She’s a spitfire of a kid and has been since the day she was born. In fact, here is the first picture of her ever…
You can tell she came out with something to say…and oh boy, does she say it!!
She definitely keeps life interesting.