When we picked Graham up from Pine Cove, he wasn't in the car for five minutes before he said, in very confessionary (not a word) fashion,
"Mom, I have to tell you something. Dramatic pause. When I was at camp, I did something real bad for my body. Real bad."
"Buddy, what'd ya do?"
"I haven't been to the bathroom since you dropped me off. "
"Graham, you mean last Sunday?
"You haven't gone number two (cause we like to use the medical terminology in our home as often as possible) in a week?"
This post will now become an open letter to the McDonald's on I-80 in Terrell.
Dear Sir or Madam,
I'm sorry that we stopped at your establishment for lunch on the way home from camp with a child who had not gone number two in a week. It was reckless on our part but the $1 McDouble was more temptation than we could handle. Let's look on the bright side - he felt as comfortable at McDonald's as he does at home. Perhaps you could work that into your next ad campaign. No thanks necessary, let's just call it even.
The reason I'm telling you this story (thank your lucky stars, there is one) is because after a week of being gone, Julius, the runaway snake has been found. What I'm hoping is that Julius had the same aversion to using the bathroom in unfamiliar terratory as my son. I just don't want to imagine the alternative.
Wednesday night, Dea came running up the stairs yelling, "MaMelissa! MaMelissa! Julius is in our room! He's in our room!"
Clearly, Julius has a sense of humor because saying Dea and Darius aren't snake fans is a gross understatement.
Tee was beside himself with excitement and clearly having not learned his lesson, wanted to carry him around in his pocket.
"Isn't that how he got lost last time?"
"Yeah, but I'll really be careful this time, Mom."
Um. Ok. No.
He's now safe and sound, back in his aquarium, with a tummy full of a previously frozen baby mouse.
And all is right with the world.