Toilet Humour

Last night we went to the supermarket, to pick up a few items. As usual, the Godzookies were prepared for transport: booted, attired in appropriate clothing etc etc Yet almost as soon as we entered the supermarket, who should pipe up, but Godzooky 1: “I need the toilet!” This despite the supermarket only being a five minute journey from home, and me, personally, asking him if he needed the toilet before we left. So I go to the Gents with him. Once we get into the toilets he expresses his disgust at the aroma. This coming from a six year old capable of producing weapons grade chemical smells of his own! Once he has safely ensconced himself within a cubicle, the next moan comes: someone hasn’t flushed after a prior visit. Again, another complaint which he himself is often guilty of! Like a good child, he washed his hands, using soap and everything. He then went to use the hand driers attached to the wall. I watched in growing amusement as he struggled to get his hands dried. He was pushing and pulling all manner of buttons, seemingly unaware that normally he just pushes the large button on the front and hot air begins blowing. In fact he was pushing and pulling all the buttons on the condom machine next to the hand driers! I am a bad parent.