Submitted 5/13/02 by Joni
Recipe for Disaster
1- new camcorder
2- bathroom door that opens with a butter knife
3- someone using the potty
Ben has always been very open about bodily functions. I still blush and change the subject when there is "potty" (as mom so delicately put it) talk.
When we lived in Alaska and I was conquering the age of nine, we got a camcorder for Christmas. My parents weren't home for some reason, and Ben was babysitting. I, and this takes a lot to even type, had to, um... use the potty- number two. Hey, everybody has to. So, I am on the pot, doing my thing when the bathroom door flies open and in barges Ben with a camcorder. I covered myself as best I could, but I couldn't really go anywhere- I was twoing. I was thoroughly embarassed.
He left for a moment, and I thought that the nightmare has ended, but a few seconds later he was back with the whole crew. I heard squeals and a few shouts of "Eeew, it stinks in here!" I don't remember how it ended, too traumatic I guess. I am assuming they found it in their hearts to let me two in peace, but I doubt it.
So, like I said, there was a camcorder. That video survived for about five years- in which I always ran away and listened to the uproar and cried when it was played- before Mom recorded over it. Thanks, Mom.