The Lindenbergs

When we were flying back from Va. Beach a few weeks ago we had a fairly long layover in Cincinnati. After eating and letting the kids run around and burn off excess energy, I took Pierce to use the bathroom. He protested the entire time that he did not need to go, but I don't necessarily trust the word of a recently potty trained 4-year old.

Pierce does not urinate standing up, so after finding a vacant stall I introduced him to the concept of those "for your protection" toilet seat covers (which he found pretty amusing). Pierce had just gotten himself situated on the bowl when the toilet's motion sensor determined Pierce was done. The cammode flushed with an impressive roar. Needless to say Pierce jumped about 6 feet in the air. Pierce absolutely refused to sit back down on the toilet. He. was. done.

Flash forward to last weekend. We're eating at a restaurant and Nora decides to take Anna to the bathroom for a diaper change. Pierce, not wanting to be out done, insists he needs to go potty too. The threesome were gone for about 5 minutes. On they're return I asked Nora if Pierce really needed to go. Nora relayed the following conversation:

Nora: Ok Pierce, go potty.
Pierce: Uh, Mom. Is that an automatic flush toilet?
Nora: Yes
Pierce: I don't need to go potty.

I think we may have scarred the poor child for life.

-Eric (Dad)