Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Mum knows best?

Mini’s mum sent Mrs C a text last night. She’d asked Mini to come over
and lie down on her changing mat (to have her night nappy put on). Mini
is just 3 years old, by the way. After asking her 3 times, Mini stopped
what she was doing and came over.

Mum: “Do you know that I asked you three times to come and have your
nappy put on?”
Mini:”Yes, I know.”
Mum: “Well why didn’t you come when I asked you the first time?”
Mini: “Because I wasn’t impressed.”

4 Comments:

Blogger Kevin 'In Salford' said...

Well at least she is now so very obviously aware, to the point where it might now be possible to risk the occasional wet sheets?

For what it's worth (so my mother told me many years later!) I was 100% dry daytime at barely two years old, yet was not 100% dry at night until I was nearly six! (I blame the reluctance to remove myself from under a warm eiderdown to face the long cold trek down to the freezing cold outside toilet for that delay! Plus the flushing was so loud that it announced itself to the whole house and all the neighbours on all sides!), so I fully appreciate that every child is different and for different reasons. Thank goodness for today's central heating and internal toilets, I'm sure it would have made a very big difference to me.

12:49 AM  
Blogger justin said...

Hi Kevin ... I don't think I'd be keen to use an outside toilet in the freezing cold. When we visited Kirkstall Abbey in Leeds recently, I was interested to see that the monks used small clay pots to have a pee in at night ... very handy I thought.

11:31 PM  
Blogger Kevin 'In Salford' said...

Ha! That's what my Grandma used to call a 'guzzunda' ('cos it guzzunda the bed?). As you probably know they were phased out of domestic use after WW2 and definitely by the mid 1950's due to health issues, let alone the potential smell!
(Err, can we change the subject now? Oh, I see you have another post above this, that'll do me fine!).

11:53 PM  
Blogger justin said...

Guzzunda = chamberpot, Keith?

After my auntie died, we found a rather old and stained plastic washing-up bowl which she used for peeing in at night ... she had bad arthritis in her knees and couldn't walk very fast (or so she made out) ... but how she managed to get to the loo to empty this ... must have been tricky for her.

11:50 PM  

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