If you watch tv, especially kids or 'women's channels' (We, Lifetime, etc.) I know you've seen this commercial. A little boy runs up to his mom at the park, tugs on her sleeve and whispers, "I've gotta go." Another mother, who apparenty have SpyTech or one of those Sonic Ears devices because she's seriously about 30 feet away, points at the child and tells her, "The Potty Dance!" ALL the parents on the playground start doing this move that looks like a take off on the hokey-pokey, and the original mom and kid join in. Everyone has a lot of fun, and we are encouraged to learn this dance too.
Here's my petty gripe.
WHEN DOES THE KID GO TO THE BATHROOM? I mean, he's run to his mom, he tells her he has to go, he's done everything he's been taught instead of wetting his pants, and instead of getting him to the restroom, his mom says, "C'mon Johnny! we're dancing instead!"
If you've dealt with a toddler, you know that time is a delicate factor in the difference between dry kid back on the jungle gym and wet kid riding home crying because he's soaked in urine.
And now, all he's learned is that if he tells his mom he has to pee, she's going to make him join the youngest flash mob ever.
No comments:
Post a Comment