I had a moment today that was just too funny not to share.
A couple of weeks ago, I used some spray suntan lotion on my eldest son and it gave him a nasty rash. Said rash has continued to bother him and he has scratched it into an infected mess. So off we headed today to the pediatrician’s office to get it taken care of amidst another day of torrential downpours here.
We were in the waiting area when one of the doctors meandered into the waiting room and casually mentioned that there was a tornado warning and that all of us might be best served if we moved to the interior conference room away from the windows.
We don’t have that many tornadoes around here. And for sure, the hills in these parts stop anything from growing into the monstrosities they have seen in recent days in Oklahoma. Nonetheless, they happen occasionally.
In the moment that we started to walk back to our patient room to be seen, my phone siren started going off along with everyone elses in the entire office. It advised to take cover “immediately.”
Everyone came out of the exam rooms into the hall wondering what to do and wanting to move away from windows. One doctor, a dear friend suggested that we gather in the middle until I said “You mean where you keep all of the syringes?!” On second thought he suggested that we divide off into the interior bathrooms.
I ushered my boys into the single stall bathroom along with another gal and her 15 month old daughter. Immediately both of our phones start ringing with our husbands calling to advise us to take shelter wherever we are. No sooner than we’d turned on the lights and gotten into the bathroom, my 3-year-old decided to drop trow and hop onto the potty. Um….
He tinkles quickly, and while it’s a little awkward, we kinda laugh it off. She has kids too.
But then, when I offer to help him off, he emphatically says “No Mommy…I have to poop!”
Hold the phone! Shut up! I am literally in the bathroom… with a total stranger… during a tornado warning… and my 3-year-old decides that now is the time to drop a deuce!?!?!
Oh Mylanta! This is not happening!
What else then can you do, but laugh, pray that the tornado passes by, and introduce yourself to your new Bathroom BFF… Lauren.
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Hilarious! At least they cared enough to make sure everyone was in a safe spot… I was in an office building in Spartanburg when we all got the emergency phone alerts. Nobody even said anything about it, let alone offering a safe place to take shelter (we were on the third floor by a bunch of windows at that point). Anyway, looks like we’ve got blue skies now, so no worries thankfully!
Oh my goodness! I have four year old twins. I so see this happening to me. Therefore, I am not laughing at you; I’m laughing with you!
Glad you are okay!
Hi-larious! My kids are all well past the age of three, but I wouldn’t put it past my now 9 year old to have done something like that. She’s a corker, that one. I got multiple warnings making my phone go off, but it barely rained where I am.
Ha!!!! That is funny!
Oh my goodness…this is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while! Glad you are all ok 🙂
Bent over laughing, seriously Bent. Over. Laughing!
Oh, Logan! And you are like,” REALLY GOD?! Tell me that you don’t have a sense of humor, because we both know you saw thing coming.”
I’m sure Lauren will remember you for a very long time.