Friday, August 6, 2010

The Wild World of Sports

Some time ago I posted a story about my young cousin's early tryout in baseballHere is another instalment of Kevin's exploits to become a major player in the world of sports.  Like the first, this is a true story.

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To this day, and for as many years as I have aged, Granny still lives in the same split-level house that my sister and I grew up in.  Mom, my sister and I occupied the lower portion of the house, complete with a basement kitchen, and my grandparents lived on the upper level.  The upper living room was reserved for company, so the family gathered to the lower room to watch television and such.

The lower living room has many stories to tell - if only walls could talk!  The first diaper I ever changed was in this room (it happened to be Kevin's) and my supervisors at the time,  all of whom were women, neglected to warn me about the 'fountain of youth'.  Suffice it to say, it was my hazing into the realm of child rearing:  an "in-urination", so to speak.

Like most grandparents, ours had the ungodly task anticipated glee of maintaining potty training whilst the parents were off at work.   Granny was the brainchild of potty training.  She would scold us if we pooped in our pants so, to that end, we weren't allowed to wear any pants or diapers and a potty was set aside for us to use as and when needed.  If we were really stubborn, she would make us sit on it until we "made".

Flashing forward, Kevin is now a toddler in toilet training.  Kevin was a bit of a spoiled kid since his mother wasn't as determined to get him trained at an early age as Granny was.  "I'll be damned if I have to change diapers all day.  I've got better things to do with my time" - this was her litany and gospel.

It was shortly after Christmas.   Granny was on day three of her weekly babysitting duties and toilet training drama.  Kevin was particularly difficult on this day and thought it was now a game - he ran around the house naked from the waist down trying to escape Granny's grasp.   When she finally caught him, she promptly scolded him and sat him down on the potty, threatening an ass slapping should he move.

While Kevin sat pouting, Granny went back to her chores.  From the upstairs kitchen, Granny could keep an eye on Kevin while she went about her business.  He had been sitting there for awhile when the phone rang.  It was my sister calling long distance from the west coast.  My sister and Granny could talk for hours.  So, about twenty minutes into the call, Granny realized she hadn't checked on Kevin and asked my sister to hold while she looked in on him.

Now, many parents should know that kids will get bored very easily, and Kevin was no exception.  I guess he heard Granny chatting away and decided to do anything but sit on the potty and went to play with some of his toys.

The following is what my sister heard over the phone:

"Oh, Kevin!  What the hell are you doing?  No!  Stop that right now!  Oh, Jesus Christ!"  Granny scrambled back to the phone, told my sister that she had to go because, "There is shit all over the place, it's on the floor, in the carpet, all over the walls!  I'm going to kill that little bastard!"  Granny was almost in tears.  In the background, my sister could hear Kevin yelling, "Hockey, hockey!"

Kevin got a toddler-size hockey stick for Christmas that year.  "The bugger shit on the floor and used it for a puck.  It's everywhere", Granny said.  Cackling wildly, my sister said, "I'll call you later."

26 comments:

  1. This is the funniest poop story ever. Poor grandmas sometimes get the brunt of things... and just when they thought their time was over.

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  2. Cheeseboy: Thanks for dropping in (pun not intended).
    ;-)
    My granny now has four greatgrand kids, but she's retired as far as babysitting goes. She's learned her lesson!

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  3. Correction: Two greatgrand kids, two great-great grandkids.

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  4. YIKES!

    Kevin will meet karma when he has kids.

    Hee Hee.

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  5. Reffie: He has a boy and a girl now, but I haven't heard of any 'disaters' so far.

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  6. Please tell me Kevin went on to become a pro-athlete and made all Granny's suffering worthwhile in the end!

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  7. Nicky: I wish it were so, but he didn't - he's now a computer geek (programmer and systems analyst) and he has made up for the grief by helping her out with home repairs, etc. He still plays hockey, though.

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  8. This is hysterical! Poor Kevin. And poor Granny too! I've had my share of potty training nightmares too. My daughter would use the potty, but then take it and empty it on the floor. My grandson would finger paint with poop on the carpet. Kids! But none of them play hockey!!!

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  9. Linda: Heh, heh. You're lucky your kids weren't 'sports' oriented. Could you imagine if they liked tennis at such an age?!! Although I've never had kids, I would've probably put newspapers down on the carpets (and up on the walls), just in case!

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  10. Bwahahaha. This is hilarious. I know your granny didn't think so at the time though. I don't blame her for retiring from babysitting. Poor Kevin. Did he ever live that down?

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  11. Leeuna: True stories are, more often than not, better than fiction. Kevin did not live it down - in fact, this and his "baseball" incident made headlines at his wedding about 5 years ago! They even made a DVD of the wedding for posterity, so his kids and grandkids will enjoy the tales, I'm sure.
    ;-)

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  12. This is why I only have a Chihuahua and a cat.

    See how I just hopped over here from the comment you left at my place now that your URL is hooked up to Disqus?

    :)

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  13. Hilarious! Poor Granny for having to clean up that mess. My son did something similar and to this day I have flashbacks.

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  14. Jen: What kids will do with their poo! I hope it wasn't too messy for you, although any amount of poo will be messy. Granny sort of laughs at it now.

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  15. Jayne: Oh, I totally missed your comment - I didn't get a notification! It happens sometimes.

    Chihuahuas are cute, but my cats would eat one for lunch! Yep, animals are easier. ;-)

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  16. Shhh, don't let M hear you talk about stuff like this - he'll never agree to have kids with me.

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  17. OMG! I am sooo glad that my kids are past that stage and the grandkids live far away. I'd heard potty training horror stories, but this one takes the cake! Great post!

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  18. Ziva: I won't if you won't! But, there's always the option of duct-taping the potty to his or her arse. Welcome back! I missed ya!
    ;-)

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  19. Tom: Thanks! I don't make them up, I just report them. My family can be quite entertaining at times.
    ;-)

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  20. OMG, that's disgusting! But boys will be boys. I guess she's lucky that he didn't hit her in the face with it, Gordie Howe style.

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  21. BonyMike: Compared to your "Vegas" post, this is tame! Yeah, Kevin didn't quite have Gordie's wrist-shot perfected yet. Probably a good thing.

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  22. Best potty-training story I've ever read!

    Thanks for voting for Cure JM with all of those email addresses! You rock.

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  23. Cheryl: I guess that would depend on what side of the "story" you're on! Heh, heh.

    You're welcome and I'll be voting every day!
    ;-)

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  24. You, know, sometimes being a grandparent is a crappy job, I guess.

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  25. dufus: Ha, ha! Thanks for my Monday groan! Glad your back!
    ;-)

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