on where tinkle goes
you think just in the potty?
hoo boy, you’re so wrong
The wee one busted in on me while I was in the bathroom today.
"I need to tinkle!" he demanded.
After a stern talking to about trying to boot people off the toilet who are in the process of pottying, he got his turn.
"Where does tinkle go?" he asked while he whizzed.
"In the potty," I answered, quickly making sure that the tinkle, indeed, was going into the potty and not all over my Live in New York book on the floor.
"No, Mommy," the wee one said matter-of-factly. "Tinkle goes in swimming pools."
I thought for a moment and said, "Well, no it doesn’t. You should never tinkle in a swimming pool."
"You tinkle in the swimming pool!" the wee one accused.
"I do not!" I retorted. "Tinkle does not belong in a swimming pool!"
"Yes it does, Mommy!" the wee one argued. "The tinkle goes in the potty and then it’s washed and it makes the water for swimming pools."
At this I was struck dumb for a moment.
"Someone has been teaching you about waste water treatment plants?" I asked.
"Not PLANTS, Mommy. TINKLE."
And there you have it.