Today, as K and I were driving on the beltway we were searching for UPS and FedEx trucks. This is her latest thing. She is fascinated by the delivery trucks. Maybe it's her future calling or just her hope that the trucks all contain Amazon boxes filled with princess paraphernalia just waiting to be delivered to her doorstep. Regardless, that's what we were doing until she spotted what she thought was a garbage truck.
"Look Mama, a trash truck!"
"No baby. That's a sewage removal truck."
...hmm, I'll tread lightly on this one, knowing her drain issues.
"Well, it's a truck that takes the stuff people put down the drains, like the potty. It takes it away to be cleaned," I tell her.
"So it comes why we're sleeping?"
Like its Santa or the Easter Bunny.
"No. It doesn't come to our house. We live in the city. It comes to houses where the people live in the country."
"Like Elmo's house?"
I don't know if I'm allowed to say this, but clearly she doesn't watch enough tv.
"No baby. Elmo lives in the city on Seasame Street. You know Slimy's cousin Squirmy? Remember? He lives in the country."
Laughing a bit, she says "Yeah, but he lives in an apple. And worms don't have potties."
"No? Why not?"
"Because Mama. Worms don't have vaginas or bums or penises."
So there you have it. Now you know.
Her innocence will believe Slimy, from Oscar the Grouch's trash can, has a cousin who lives in an apple in the country. But the idea that he could have a potty is entirely too far fetched for her.