When I was potty training my son, I received a helpful suggestion from a teacher at the Montessori preschool, She asked, “Do you take him into the bathroom with you at home?” Obviously she didn’t have kids. I threw her an incredulous look and replied, “I haven’t been to the bathroom by myself since this child was born.”
No. I take that back. I had dogs before I had my son was born so truly I hadn’t been to the bathroom by myself at home in years. YEARS! You have kids, you have dogs, you have no more bathroom privacy. Until they get older. The kids I mean, not the dogs. The dogs don’t care.
So during our trip to Peru, my kids were older. I had the bathroom to myself. Or so I thought. Here’s what happened.
From the book A Life Without Borders
…on our way out of the rehabilitation center, I stopped to use the bathroom. While I was minding my own business, doing my business, a large aggressive parrot walked under the stall door and began nipping at my legs and clothes. I screamed. From over the stall door, I could heard my family dissolving into laughter. They saw the parrot follow me into the bathroom and were now enjoying my predicament.
I tried to shoo the bird away while putting my clothes back on, but I wasn’t successful. The parrot was mean. I couldn’t scare him.
Suddenly a large wooden stick swept under the stall. Through a crack in the door, I saw a robust, older woman, bent over, looking under my door while wildly swinging a thick, wooden stick at the parrot, aggressively trying to get him out. The parrot was unfazed. The more the woman swung the stick, the more aggressive the bird became. That was unpleasant. It appeared these two had tangled before and shared a mutual history of dislike.
The woman was determined to get the bird, and the bird was equally determined that she wouldn’t. My “savior” was now on her hands and knees, her head under the door, looking up at me. Awkward! As we made eye contact, the parrot, the woman, and me, a thought occurred to me that surely I must be on Candid Camera Peru. If so, I’d better get my clothes on. So while trying to pull up my pants, I had to avoid being bitten by a parrot, avoid being whacked by a large stick, and stop a Peruvian woman from crawling under my bathroom door. It was really a lot to ask, but I was up to the task. The bird, sensing the end was near, wisely ducked into the next stall and headed for the door with the woman right behind him. I emerged a few minutes later, unscathed, but suffering the hysterical laughter of my family.
You can read more about our family adventure, selling it all and traveling the world for four years in A Life Without Borders available here at Amazon.com http://amzn.to/13Ixl8X or Barnes and Nobles.