The Bank
During the years that I was home with my three children, I
occasionally had to handle banking business for our
family-owned corporation. One of those times my youngest was
only two weeks old and the older ones were three and four
years old. With trepidation I entered the bank lobby with
all three children in tow, hoping that they would behave
appropriately for that business climate, and was dismayed to
see several people in each teller's line.
As I held the baby, I swayed and bounced to keep her relaxed
and quiet. After a few minutes, my four-year-old daughter,
who was holding my skirt, looked up and asked, "Mommy, why
are you doing that?"
Then, after a short pause, her face lit with revelation and
she asked knowingly, "Do you need to go potty?" It's a shame
bank lobbies can be so quiet.
~ Received from Shirley Grigsby ~
occasionally had to handle banking business for our
family-owned corporation. One of those times my youngest was
only two weeks old and the older ones were three and four
years old. With trepidation I entered the bank lobby with
all three children in tow, hoping that they would behave
appropriately for that business climate, and was dismayed to
see several people in each teller's line.
As I held the baby, I swayed and bounced to keep her relaxed
and quiet. After a few minutes, my four-year-old daughter,
who was holding my skirt, looked up and asked, "Mommy, why
are you doing that?"
Then, after a short pause, her face lit with revelation and
she asked knowingly, "Do you need to go potty?" It's a shame
bank lobbies can be so quiet.
~ Received from Shirley Grigsby ~
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