“Do you need a wee?”
It’s a question I seem to ask a zillion times a day. DS is still little enough sometimes to get caught short when we’re a long way from the nearest loo, so I schedule in trips to convenient loos while we’re out, then persuade him to try for a wee.
But he’s a stubborn creature. He doesn’t like me to be in charge, so he often says “no” only to squeak “Need a wee! Need a wee!” 10 minutes later, once we’re out of range of a loo. And how annoying is it to have to schlep all the way back to the loo when you’ve already just been? Sigh.
Anyway, today we were in the M&S loos and I thought maybe the sound of the taps running as I washed my hands might bring on that “need a wee!” moment.
“Do you need a wee?” I asked hopefully. “Shall we try?”
DS started concentrating very hard, his eyes going vacant. The tap ran. DS frowned. It looked promising.
“Shall we try for a wee?” I pushed.
He cupped his hand to his ear, and frowned harder. I almost high-fived myself – bingo! But no.
“It’s One Direction,” he said, of the music coming so faintly from the shop floor I could barely hear it.
“You light up my life like nobody else,” he sung. “You don’t know you’re beautiful!”
Song identified – the benefit of having an older sister – but still no wee.