I have almost no memories of my Grandma and Grandpa Johnson. I don't even know how old I was when they died; only that I was very little. But I was talking to Melanie about them the other day, and I shared this memory with her:
One day we were visiting at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and my mom had to change Denise's diaper. (This would have made me about 3 1/2 or 4 years old.) In my memory, Mom asked me to take the cloth diaper into the bathroom and rinse it. Well, I'd seen Mom swirl the dirty diapers in the clean toilet, and even flush the toilet while she held onto the corner of a poopy diaper. So I did this. Unfortunately the diaper went down the toilet too, and Grandma and Grandpa got really mad at me.
As I told this story to Melanie, she laughed and said, "I know! That happened to me too. Grandma and Grandpa were so mad!"
She elaborated: She knew she was in trouble, so she didn't 'fess up to actually flushing the toilet herself. She told them that something had fallen from the lid of the tank and hit the flush handle and the diaper went down.
"Yeah!" I reminded Melanie, "It was a big jar of Pond's cold cream." I remembered this part of the story vividly.
"That's right!"Melanie laughed.
Huh! Now there's an amazing coincidence! That is exactly what happened to me. I took the diaper into the bathroom to help my mom by rinsing it out in the toilet. But when I flushed it, the diaper got away, so I told the grown-ups that a jar of Pond's had fallen onto the flusher.
But suddenly, after all these years, I see this story in a new light: It wasn't the four-year-old who was asked to take the diaper and rinse it in the toilet; it was the nine-year-old—Melanie!
Whew! What a burden off of my mind!
One day we were visiting at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and my mom had to change Denise's diaper. (This would have made me about 3 1/2 or 4 years old.) In my memory, Mom asked me to take the cloth diaper into the bathroom and rinse it. Well, I'd seen Mom swirl the dirty diapers in the clean toilet, and even flush the toilet while she held onto the corner of a poopy diaper. So I did this. Unfortunately the diaper went down the toilet too, and Grandma and Grandpa got really mad at me.
As I told this story to Melanie, she laughed and said, "I know! That happened to me too. Grandma and Grandpa were so mad!"
She elaborated: She knew she was in trouble, so she didn't 'fess up to actually flushing the toilet herself. She told them that something had fallen from the lid of the tank and hit the flush handle and the diaper went down.
"Yeah!" I reminded Melanie, "It was a big jar of Pond's cold cream." I remembered this part of the story vividly.
"That's right!"Melanie laughed.
Huh! Now there's an amazing coincidence! That is exactly what happened to me. I took the diaper into the bathroom to help my mom by rinsing it out in the toilet. But when I flushed it, the diaper got away, so I told the grown-ups that a jar of Pond's had fallen onto the flusher.
But suddenly, after all these years, I see this story in a new light: It wasn't the four-year-old who was asked to take the diaper and rinse it in the toilet; it was the nine-year-old—Melanie!
Whew! What a burden off of my mind!
Grandma and Grandpa Johnson
that's me in the bottom right corner, probably about 2 or 3 years old.
Grandma is looking at a poodle that's next to her left foot.
that's me in the bottom right corner, probably about 2 or 3 years old.
Grandma is looking at a poodle that's next to her left foot.
2 comments:
That's funny!
Tattel-tale! :D
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