THE DECISION

This happened some time ago and since I can't get my children to start a blog I guess I will have to tell some of the stories for them. Well, Kraut does blog and I want to thank him. Mostly it's pretty technical but sometimes its family oriented. His last entry is pretty funny. I don't know which grandchild said that--I have my suspicions, I should call and find out. Thank you, Kraut for being the only blogging child I have.

Anyway, some time ago one of my grandchildren, I won't say who--I'm going to call them The Short Person, had to go to the bathroom. It was summer time and The Short Person's mother was outside visiting with a neighbor.

"I haffa go to the baffroom," The Short Person said.

"So go," the distracted mother said.

"Okay."

The Short Person went inside and this is what the mother heard, through the open door.

"Shall I go upstaais or downstaais? I think I'll go upstaais." There was a pause of about three seconds. "No, I think I'll go downstaais." Again a pause. "No, I think I'll go upstaais." Pause. The conversation continued while The Short Person tried to decide which bathroom to use. The mother thinks maybe The Short Person walked toward the stairs and then toward the bathroom on the main floor during the pauses, but she wasn't sure.

"No, I'll go downstaais." There was a long pause. "Uh oh!"

Then the distracted mother had to become undistracted and go inside and clean up the puddle.