Read Between the Limes

Okay so I had a very interesting experience Friday night when I joined my youth in attending a different church. Now this rant has nothing to do with religion other than the fact that since the basement was being recarpeted, the kids joined the adults during the service and there was only one available bathroom.

      Soooo after the sermon was over I had to pee so my sister brought me to the basement in the small area that was safe to walk on, lined with fold-up chairs and left me there with a little boy and one other guy who came with us that day (We’ll call him Joe). The little boy took his turn in the bathroom and Joe and I sat patiently. After a while, we noticed some little girls (probably 6-8) changing an even litteler girl’s diaper. The second they saw Joe, one girl screamed “NO BOYS LOOK!” and tried her best to shield the other two girls as they changed the diaper. He just shielded his eyes and said “Relax! I wasn’t looking, I’m not looking!”. Then we hear the little boy in the bathroom shout, “HELP!” and Joe and I exchange looks of terror. I lightly knock on the door and one of the girls joins me in asking him what was the matter. He told us his mom’s name and one of the girls left and returned with the boy’s father. The man sighed and said, “Did he lock himself in the bathroom again?” And then we knew we were gonna be there for a looooong while. 

   Soon a mom and her seemingly teenager daughter walked down and sat next to us and the girls finished changing the diaper. They helped the little toddler get dressed and one girl held on to the diaper nonchalantly as she waited to use the trash can inside the bathroom. We reminded them to wash their hands and they replied, “Oh, we never wash our hands.” At this i sternly told them that as soon as the bathroom was open, I was going to watch them march in there, throw away the diaper and wash their hands (with soap mind u). Then we got to talking about babies and how to take care of them. One girl blurts out “When I was a baby, my brother got the bottle but I got the BOOB!” Poor Joe hides his face and I totally lose it in laughter. This kid just looooved the word “booby” and I was only encouraging her with my laughter at Joe’s expense. Joe, being the only male waiting for the bathroom, contemplated leaving and just peeing outside. I told him I certainly wouldn’t blame him if he did, but then the boy and his dad left the bathroom in triumph, I supervised the girls in washing their hands, finished up and waited for Joe to be done (it was the least I could do). And we walked away.