Thoughtful Thoughtlessness

Some nights I get to share the story-telling job at bedtime. I ask my kids if they have a story to share and last week eight-year-old Miss O volunteered this one:

At lunchtime at school, she was in a stall going to the bathroom, when a small voice called, “Where are you, Nico?

Then a little Kindergarten boy crawled under the door of her stall and said, “Oh, you aren’t Nico!

He unlocked her stall door and walked out.

And THEN he walked back in and said, “I forgot to lock it.” He locked the door and crawled back out under.

We snuggled down into the covers and giggled about the thoughtfulness that sometimes comes in the midst of thoughtlessness.

And that there are some types of help that we can do without.

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39 thoughts on “Thoughtful Thoughtlessness

  1. When I first came to Canada from the Philippines, I have this very distinct memory of pooping in the school toilet in grade 2 and two boys popped their heads under the stall to see what I was doing. I think from that memory I have trauma and still hate using public washrooms cuz of those two kids! 😆

    At least Ms O had a thoughtful visitor. I wonder if they ever found Nico.

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    1. Oh, I could totally understand how that would be traumatic. Especially in the midst of all that transition!

      Status is unknown about finding Nico. I’ll ask at bedtime and maybe we’ll get another story out of it! 🙂

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  2. Haha! Kid stories are the best! I’m getting all nostalgic now that we’re less than a month to being grandparents for the first time. I recall reading two stories to my son (younger than your girl) and then turning the lights off, lying next to him, and either telling him a story from my past or making one up. The problem with the latter was that he remembered every detail, and he’d sometimes ask me to repeat one. I’d start to retell it another night and he’d say, “No, that’s not the way it goes.” 🤣

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