At what point in our evolution did humans discover the desire for privacy around toilet habits? Was it the day Adam and Eve took the bite from the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge and discovered their nakedness? How do our primate cousins handle this issue - do they seek a private spot in the bush to relieve themselves?
Or, is it more like my house, where potty time is social time? It doesn't matter who is on the potty. JR is always there. He is ready to have a story read (we are partial to Mo Willems' classic "Time to Pee" but everything from Winnie the Pooh to the "Cars" book complete with sound effects is fair game). He is ready to discuss the intricacies of his day and his social calendar. He is primed with the latest joke "Why did the sleepy bunny throw the butter out the window?" "Why did the chicken cross the road?"
I'm starting to think that when he finally does catch on to the "Potty Time is Private Time" concept, I'm really going to be lonely in there.
lots and lots of sourdough–my routine
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