The Urinal Inquisition

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There's nothing that can help you understand
your beliefs more than trying to explain
them to an inquisitive child. 

~ Frank A. Clark

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We've all learned by now, to describe Maddie as inquisitive would be right on.  However, I'm never quite sure where this inquisitiveness will take me. 

We used the family restroom at Malea's daycare today.  I didn't notice Maddie staring until the questions came.  

"Hey, mom," she said with what I may have mistaken as a look of horror on her face.  "I don't want to go to the bathroom in there." 

"Oh Maddie," I replied like I wouldn't have to explain my next statement, "that's a urinal where boys pee."  Ah, here we go.  

She didn't say anything at first, but I could tell she was wondering how exactly someone goes to the bathroom in this contraption.  She got close to it and looked inside.  She looked herself up and down.  I could tell her confusion was growing.  

"Mom?" she asked.  "How do boys pee in this thing?"  

I've always been pretty honest with her and frankly, I was hurried, so I launched into a description of how boys use a urinal.  She even needed a brief demonstration so she could see that they stand to go and here's the handle where you flush.  Before I knew it, I'd likely given too much information.  She seemed to be understanding even pointing to how girls use this toilet and boys use that toilet.  OK, I'd done a good job.  

As we headed to Malea's room to pick her up she poked me in the back.  I turned to face the furrowed brow that only means Maddie is confused and has a question.  

"Just one thing mom," she said in the middle of the hallway.  "How do boys poop in that thing?"  

Guess I missed one tiny part. 

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