So the blower on my car’s air conditioning system hasn’t been working. It started acting up when I was in Tulsa. But its worked less and less frequently, and its starting to get pretty cold so I wanted to get it fixed. So today I took it into the dealer to get it fixed.
So here I am sitting in the waiting room. Blogging. It’s pretty crowded in here, actually. There is this mother and young 3 year old daughter that came in a few minutes ago. The daughter said something, and the mother said, “Do you need to use the toilet?†The little girl said, “Yes†and then got a really funny look on her face. The mother replied, “Did you just go? Did you go in your pants?†The girl shook her head affirmatively. I laughed inside. Really hard. You have no idea.
As they were heading to the bathroom, the little girl took real wide steps; walking really funny – sort of like Joe Dirt in the movie. As the girl was leaving, she looked at a random woman in the waiting room and declared in a matter of fact tone, “I have wet pants.†The mother and daughter proceeded to the bathroom.
A few minutes later the mother and daughter came back into the waiting room and sat down. A moment’s silence was broken when the girl declared to the entire waiting room, “I couldn’t poop.â€
Ah, a child’s trust and openness. At what point do we stop trusting people? At what point are we concerned about what other people think about us? I read a great quote last night, but I forget who said it:
When you’re 20, you’re worried about what other people think about you.
When you’re 40, you don’t care what other people think about you.
When you’re 60, you realize that people weren’t thinking about you anyhow.