She must have realized early on that there was no getting through to us because I don’t remember her even trying to teach us to do so.
Maybe, I just flushed those memories from my memory. (Sorry about that).
I’ve brought this up because I’m trying to teach Ty to put the toilet seat down after he’s done.
Lori’s happy when the seat is down, so I gradually evolved after we were married. And call me enlightened – or whipped – or whatever, I like to make her happy.
And don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t easy, but she taught me to do it, so I’m passing that knowledge down a generation.
But like his aim, Ty is hit and miss when it comes to this.
When he’s done, his mind immediately shifts from peeing to playing.
He always manages to wash his hands before he runs back to his Lego, super heroes or sand box, but that toilet seat often stays in the upright and locked position.
I’ll remind him to put it back down, and he’ll ask why for the millionth time, but he’ll do it.
Eventually, it’ll take hold and he’ll do it everywhere he goes, which is part of the reason I’m trying to teach him this acquired skill. Not so much in men’s restrooms, but when he visits friends.
Or even grandma’s house.
If you have time, check out Brad Paisley’s song on YouTube.
Do you teach your boys to put the toilet seat down?
Is it a big deal for you to teach your kids to do it?
Do your husbands still struggle with it?
- By Andy Johnston, for the Momania blog