Magic Moment

I had a magic moment in the bathroom.

No, not my bathroom. My bathroom has a toilet that continually leaks, two bathtub knobs that don’t work right, and somewhere, ah somewhere, there is a leak into the neighbor’s home. The neighbors keep telling me about it, and, of course I smile and respond that I’ve told the house owner about it, plus two architects and three plumbers. I’d be happy to tell the guy who sells newspapers around the corner if they would cheer them up.

But back to my bathroom moment.

Oh…. only I use my bathroom. As I am still dealing with the “L” word, all household butts have to use other household bathrooms. My bathroom is mine, all mine.

The bathroom in question is located in the local movie theater. It is not mine all mine, but is more of a “whosoever” bathroom. Yesterday I took my kids to see Charlotte’s Web. Before we left I gave them something to eat and we went to our respective bathrooms, only to hear “I’m hungry!” and “ I gotta go pee!” as the opening credits arose. Well, I held out as long as I could, but somewhere between “pig” and “humble” I took Andrés, my four year old tiger, to the bathroom. He chose a stall, and chose well for someone who is new to the game, while I went on autopilot and automatically chose a good stall using all the prerequisites that I learned and mastered years ago. After, we washed our hands and then….and here comes the magic moment, I taught him to use the electric hand dryer. I pushed the on button, and held his hands under it. He stood there while I rubbed his hands together, not really getting it. I went over to the other electric hand dryer, turned it on, and began rubbing my hands together. He looked at my hands and then repeated what he saw, doing an A+ job. This went on for a few seconds, and then he looked up at me and a huge grin spread across his face. It was a magic moment, and he looked absolutely “radiant”.