I'm DONE!!!

Traditions are important. We all have some. Most of them are learned, but there are some that are just innate things we know and keep doing generation to generation. There is one tradition that has stood the test of time in my family.

Back in the eighties when things were more relaxed, we lived in a house that shared a driveway with my grandfather's business where my mother was the receptionist. I was around three and fairly independent so she would put on a recorded VHS (Remember when you could record six fuzzy hours of television and then accidentally tape over all of it?), and turn on the baby monitor.

Disclaimer: When I needed her or got hurt, she always ran to my aid (as demonstrated by the below story). This was in NO WAY child abuse.

There was one particular day which lives in infamy... still. A nice elderly woman came into the shop. She and my mother were discussing business when all of a sudden, "I'm Done!" The lady was surprised and my mother explained to her that I was next door, and the baby monitor was on to "I'M Done!", tell her when I needed anything. "I said I'M DONE!!!" And right now I needed some assistance in the bathroom.

So, the lady told her she better go help me and they giggled about it and she's been telling the story for 20 years.

So now, 20 years later, my son is toilet training and learning how to play pretend (a valuable skill at any age... either skill actually). He really likes to play robots. I was Momicron, he was Calebmus Prime and his daddy was Daddytron.

After the obligatory run through the house yelling "poop poop poop!!", there was silence for a few minutes and then all of a sudden, "WIPE MINE BUTT, DADDYTRON!!!"

So, I told Daddy that he better go help him and we giggled about it and I'll be telling that story for 20 years... much to the chagrin of Calebmus Prime.