If you have little girls and you live in the country, you might already know where this post is headed. I kind of hate to tell this story for fear both Tink and Bear will read it and put me in a nasty home when the time comes, but..... it's just too good to pass up!
Tuesday was a long day. It was the day after Halloween, and it was also All Saints Day, which translated into a Chinese fire drill at my house because Tink had to read during Mass, and Bear needed to dress up as St. Cecelia, and we ALL needed to be at school by 7:45 to make it happen.
It did, all went pretty well, then Tall Guy and I scampered off to go pick corn up at Brook, where my family farm is. I will dedicate a whole post to that incredible experience, but for now you just need to know that I had spent a good 6-7 hours in the combine, drove the 20 miles home to pick up the girls at Grandma W's and headed home in great need of a walk. The girls wanted to go too.
It was a day that reminded me of a walk we took last year. You can click here to see the pics; they are really great, but here are two of my favorites. The girls are taller, and their hair is shorter, but you get the idea that it was a beautiful day.
So here is where the story gets fun/funny/crazy/whatever. Tink decides that Nature is calling, and she is going to answer it right by the windmill.
Seriously? I have been begging them to "commune with Nature" since they were out of diapers but to no avail. This is one of the few times I wish I had boys who will, I am told by several of my friends with boys, "tinkle" wherever whenever they want to outside. Girls.... not so much.
Ok, so I go to help her. Now, we are on a windmill path surrounded by newly disked bean ground, so there is no place to hide, but we are off the road, it is not well traveled, and the base of the windmill provides some coverage. My first big piece of advice is to tell her to check which way the wind in blowing. I said,
"ALWAYS make sure the wind is in your face when you go potty outside!"
Thank you windmills for making that decision easy.
Well, she got all hunkered down, and........yep, she chickened out. I said that was not a problem, but I was glad she tried. We talked about how it was good to learn how to do this on the farm where there are no potties available to tinkle in. This is when she said,
"But Mom, I was going to poop."
"Uhm, Tink..... How do you think you were going to take care of yourself after you finished?"
" I don't know, grab some leaves?"
"DO YOU SEE ANY LEAVES OUT HERE?"
We are at the windmill in the background. Imagine all the ground worked (or turned back to dirt around the gravel path).
"Grab some dirt?"
So we had another discussion about how that would not be a wise choice and kept walking.... Story done? Not quite.
Bear had been walking along, singing a song, side by side ( not really, that just popped into my head), but she was walking along with us sniffling a bit. I noticed her allergies/sinus were acting up as we walked into the wind, and I told her if "stuff" became caught in her throat, she could try to spit it out.......
You know.....no one ever teaches girls how to spit. Again, wind is an important consideration, and this time you (obviously to we wise ones) do NOT want it in your face for this type of elimintation.
Some things we just need to learn by doing I guess.
Have a great day, and may the wind always be at your back, unless you need it in your face for just a minute!