Yesterday while I was in the Target restroom, (I very rarely go to Target with my kids without having to make a visit to the restroom) I had an interesting conversation. Lucas was in the stall and Ariel and I were pacing in front of the bathroom sinks waiting and waiting. Many people came in and out of the restroom. "What is taking forever?" I peeked through the centimeter gap in the stall and saw Lucas' underwear, pants, and shoes on the floor. "Lucas, pick up your pants and put them back on. Why are your shoes off?" I continued talking and instructing him so we could get the heck out of the bathroom. At this point, a lady walked out of one of the stalls and asked, "What language is that you are speaking?" Was she serious?
"English," I said.
"Oh, I know part was English, but what else?"
"Just English," I repeated.
"I was sure you were speaking something else to your son. It sounded beautiful (this is how I chose to remember it when she might have in fact said interesting). I was thinking it was Greek."
We exchanged smiles and she left.
As long as I can remember, I have been told I speak extremely fast, but Greek? Come on!
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So how did the story end? Did Lucas ever come out of the bathroom? Is he still waiting for that crazy Greek lady to leave and for his mom to come get him? Or does Lucas speak Greek too?
Perhaps it was your sweet tone that actually sounded more like tounge of Angels- I know I am always so gentle and patient when waiting in public restrooms for my son to hurry up so we can get out of such odiferous, germ infested spaces that my voice might be mistaken for something so sweet... or Greek
Greek? What? That is just funny.
I haven't laughed that hard since Mike's mustache. I'm only laughing because I know how you feel. Why do children decide to poop when you're in a public place and take FOREVER?
This story made me laugh until I cried. Thank you for sharing!
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