By Kathryn Taylor
With RAD children in our home, parenting requires us to go where no normal parents have gone before. Only those who share our like fate could even come close to appreciating the story I'm about to tell. Those of you blessed with only average children will probably question the sanity of this entire family.
Many RAD children have bathroom issues. Our two are not to be excluded. There was a mysterious happening going on in our home. Poop was being wiped on towels hanging in the bathroom every other day or two. Of course, there were no confessions. A week or two passed and still we were no closer to finding out which of the two it was.
One day, I was baking a cake and one of my children suggested we put some of the delicious chocolate icing on a bathroom towel. In a moment of mischievous weakness, I conceded to the dastardly plot. It did not take long for one of my RADs to find the dirty towel and race out to show me what she'd found. Kicking into my normal response tone at finding such nasties, I asked, "Did you do this???!!"
"No!!" she says in her most honest voice (which she uses when she lies as well). I then accuse the other RAD. He duplicates his sister's denial. By this time, all the children have come to see what the latest crisis is. I wag the towel at everyone, asking each one, "Did you do this? Did you do this? Somebody better fess up! This has got to stop!!"
Each child disgustedly backed up with faces contorted. Each one, including my straight-faced cohort, boldly denied any knowledge of the new towel wiping. I rant for another moment or two, I stop, look at the towel, raise it close to my nose and smell it. I got a strange look on my face. "I'm sick of this!!" I declare,"if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!", I add.
I take the towel and pop the "poopy" part into my mouth, moaning and groaning over how delicious it is. Instantly, my four unsuspecting children, horrified by what I have just done, begin gagging and expressing their disgust to my insane action. My cohort child by this time is rolling on the floor laughing. I dance around the room with the towel as my flag, shouting cries of victory. Somehow, we manage to let everyone in on the dupe, or poop should I say, and soon all are laughing. The bathroom wiper retired that day, whomever it was.
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