Erin and I had a funny moment when we were in Iowa City on Sunday night - I'll try to recreate the situation but trust me it was tears-in-your-eyes funny at the time. So basically when we got to IC all we had time to do (and all we really wanted to do after such a long day of driving) was to take Will swimming and put him to bed, then get some takeout (Taste of China, you can't get good takeout Chinese food in Ann Arbor) and watch the Oscars. The hotel gave us a pack-and-play (a portable baby crib) and we had this brilliant plan to put the crib in the bathroom, so Will was not right next to us in the hotel room, waking us up with every little sleep noise he makes. That turned out to be not a great idea anyway, because the walls in the bathroom act like an amplifier - I'm sure we had hotel guests in neighboring rooms who heard him whine a few times in the night. Anyway, so we figured out that the only way for the pack-and-play to fit in the bathroom was to put it in there while it was still collapsed and then open it up in there - it wouldn't fit through the bathroom doorway when it was opened. So when we did that, it basically took up the entire bathroom - wall to wall. Which means we couldn't use the bathroom for its normal purpose because the only reasonable way to get to the toilet was to climb into and back out of the pack-and-play.
SO... We didn't think about this situation too much before I got us some beers to go with our Taste o' C. About an hour into the Oscars, and an hour after Will was fast asleep, we each faced a serious decision: 1) pee in the hotel pool, 2) pee out the window (we were on the first floor, an open field behind our room), 3) pee in the sink, or try to pee in the toilet without waking up Will. After checking with the front desk to see if there were any public restrooms in the hotel, I chose option #2, and executed successfully. Basically the only reasonable option for Erin was to somehow get to the toilet, but it was going to be especially hard to be quiet since she couldn't stop laughing about me peeing out the window. We scoped out the situation and decided it might be possible to get to the toilet by going under the sink block and around the p-&-p. She had to abort her first try due to a laughing fit - barely got out of the bathroom before cracking up. On the second try, she got stuck. Then she realized she was sitting in a puddle of water from our dripping swimsuits on the counter. As she tried to hold in the laughter of this situation, the pinnacle of our story: she passed a fart. Loudly. Well, needless to say, Will's little eyes opened widely and he looked up at his dad, and directly to his right at his mom (stuck under the sink) who were both laughing hysterically. He didn't cry or anything, but he was obviously very confused. Even though he wasn't in on the joke, he gave us some smiles as Erin got herself unstuck and finally made it to the toilet. I can't wait to tell Will this story some day...
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