Too Funny Not To Share

While I spent Sunday School in the hall, trying to put Bennett to sleep, I was reminded of a hilarious story. A while ago Jon and I were asked to substitute in primary. Pretty much I teach while Jon sits with the kids and intimidates them to behave. Well, not really. It doesn't take them long to figure out the real Jon. We were teaching the 6-7 year olds. One of them was being particularly naughty. Eventually he asked if he could go to the bathroom. I was pleased to let him go, but also did not trust the little bugger to come back. So, I sent Jon with him. We were not sure of the bathroom protocol, but he was dancing all over, so there was no time to check. Shortly they returned. The boy looking satisfied and Jon looking..........well, I'm not really sure what to call it. Mad, embarrassed, disgusted, a combo of those. On our way to the car someone passed us and asked Jon, "Did you get that all worked out?" with a chuckle in his tone. I was a little nervous to hear the explanation for that when we got in the car. He told me that he sent the boy into the bathroom and waited in the hall. Shortly after he heard him yelling, "Brother Mayne, Brother Mayne" Jon tried to ignore him but he got increasingly louder. So Jon stepped in. Of course the bathroom was filled with a few other men and the boy was in a stall with the door wide open. Jon stayed right at the door, not willing to see what he needed help with. But, unfortunately for him, the boy made it known, very known. "Brother Mayne, I need you to wipe my bum" I wish I could have seen my poor husbands face. He kept telling the boy "NO, you can do it", and the boy kept asking him over and over, each time getting louder and louder. And of course, the laughs from the other men in the bathroom also got louder and louder. Since we were subbing, we had no idea who this child was, or where to find his parents. So, Jon told him he was going to wait for him in the hall. Eventually he met Jon in the hall and returned to class.

Now, I have never potty trained a child, but I really think that by the age of 6 (at least) they really should be able to finish the job. Poor Jon.