pretty sure they are. During my stay in Sweden my little grand
daughter Selma would come in the room where i was sleeping when she
woke up in the morning to see me . Id hear the door creak open and the
little foot steps and there would be Selma's adorable face smiling at
me her blond, fine hair sticking straight up .She couldn't possibly
know how my heart would leap with joy seeing her. Her first words were
always the same ," I have to pee." And thus began our little ritual
her on her little red children's potty and me on the toilet . One two
, three, go ! Tinkle tinkle. Then she was up and ready to pour her pee
into the big toilet to and I quote "be with Grandma's pee." If I
didn't hurry and get off the pot I would have had pee all over me .
After this little ceremony we played games on my bed for hours.
Her mama was with her brand new baby and papa had to get up and get
ready for work. So this was our time . We played the silliest games
pretending we were cooking stuffed animals and they would yell for
"help" so we would save them only to have them pee and poop on us
with sound affects.
Now Im pretty shy about pooping . I like to do it alone with the
door closed. But hey I only see Selma once a year and she wanted to
come with me when ever I went to the potty . She would watch me very
intently ,very curious , and then say ," Selma wants to see Grandma's
poop There goes that inhibition .
Life sure looses some of its luster when you do'nt have anyone
to pee and poop with .I miss you Selma