Today's story takes place when Joshua was about 4 years-old. His (older) cousin had gotten him a trike for Christmas. One day, he and I decided to walk/trike to the mall which is not too far from our house. When we got to the mall, Joshua had to use the bathroom; and he had to go number two. Well, he was too little to wipe himself or be in the stall alone, and we couldn't leave the trike outside for fear someone may steal it, so I found myself cramped against the bathroom stall door with a bulky trike between me and my pooping brother, hoping he would hurry up but not rushing him.
Another thing about Joshua is that he always thinks while he's on the toilet. Often times I have heard him having conversations or singing happily to himself when he's doing his business, and he would shyly stop when someone came within (his) ear sight. Not unlike those times, he was thinking about something in depth this day on the toilet at the mall when he asks me, "Jagunnoona [little big sister]? Why do girls sit down like two times? Like they sit down when they poo and when they pee!"
I very matter-of-factly replied, "Because, Joshua, girls don't have a ggochu [weewee]."
To which he could only respond with a face somewhat like this:
followed by the exclamation, "Everybody have a goochu!!!"
"Girls dont," I continued. "That's what makes us different."
"Oooh," he concluded. And put the matter to rest. Or so I thought. Five minutes later, he looks up slowly from his seat, (still pooping,) eyes widening, and asks, "Did God forget????"
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