Clara visited me in the bathroom this morning while I was getting ready for work. We had our regular routine where she sits on the potty and I brush my teeth and comb my hair. But she was taking longer than usual on the potty and I told her that she needed to hurry up because I had an important meeting this morning with some very important people and I didn’t want to be late. But then I felt bad and made sure to tell her that my meeting with her in the bathroom was of course much more important than my work meeting.
“Yes,” she said, “Because if you weren’t here for this meeting, who would wipe my bottom?” I agreed that this was a very good point. I then mentioned that I probably wouldn’t be needed to wipe anyone’s bottom at my next meeting.
“That’s right,” she said, “Because they are very important people, and they probably have machines or something that wipe their bottoms for them.” I was speechless for a moment and I started to ask how something like that would even work, but then I thought that I had better not, because there was almost certainly an explanation.
I admit. It was hard to look anyone in the eye at my meeting this morning, because who knows? They are very important people after all.