I know I said I would update on a bi-weekly basis, but occasionally, a little something happens that warrants sharing. A few days ago, I was preparing my five year old charge for preschool. Upon removing his pajamas, I made the same discovery I had been making the past month or so…a sagging 12lb ‘Pull-Up’ (‘Pull-Up’: proper noun/ disposable training pants for toddlers, that pull up and down like regular underwear). This was most definitely not this child’s prior norm, so I decided to approach the subject with him…AGAIN!
“Uhm…Sweetheart? I began. I see that your ‘Pull-Up’ is really full of pee pee again this morning.”
“Uhm-hum,” he grunted in response, absently pressing icons on his iPad.
“Well…I went on. Don’t you feel it when your pee pee needs to come out at night?”
“Uhm-hum,” he grunted again without removing his eyes from his beloved iPad.
“Okay…well…remember when you feel like your pee pee needs to come out, that means it’s time to get up and go to the potty. Then you won’t need these ‘Pull-Ups’ at night any more, and…”
Here he interrupts my speech by turning from his iPad and facing me with a huge sigh and roll of his eyes. He is clearly emotionally exhausted by the entire conversation as he silently pleads with me, hands extended in front of him, palms up. Very dramatic.
“Look Nanny, he almost moans. When it’s nighttime, I’m tired. I really can’t be bothered with all the hustle and bustle.”
With that, he turned back to his iPad. Conversation over.
“All the hustle and bustle? Really?”
Okay, I get the whole generational gap here, and understand that there are a good number of things that I am not hip enough to grasp. But, could someone please tell me when emptying one’s bladder became such a fatiguing affair?
Lastly, I think someone out there ought to get busy inventing ‘Pull-Ups’ for teenagers, because this one might just refuse the “hustle and bustle” for a long time to come.