When Mo was 2, we took him to Montreal. We found these beautiful botanical gardens, and all he wanted to do was look down into the drain grating to stare at storm water runoff and bits of debris. I kid you not - he just ran from drain to drain, completely enthralled.
The other tourists found him adorable and hilarious. And we did, too -- the first 27 times. Then it would have been nice to move on to something like, say, the beautiful gardens we'll probably never get to see again.
If that weren't gross enough - Mo is suddenly enthralled with porta-potties. Not just curious or interested - he's mesmerized! In order to get him to behave the other day, I found myself offering as a Big Reward, "I'll let you look inside the porta-potty at the park today." And bam, that got him to behave.
We went to the Concert on the Square last week and to the Bastille Day "Fete De Marquette" festival on Saturday. The highlights for Mo? You guessed it, the porta-potties.
You should hear the excitement in his voice when he recaps: "We played, had a picnic and listened to music. And GUESS WHAT? They had porta-potties there! A whole row of them! They even had an outside sink next to the porta-potties - it was soooooo COOL! I just love porta-potties. You know, my Mom let's me look in the porta-potty by the park sometimes."
Oh, life with little boys. Need I say more?