tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562357223149177643.post3705385239321676172..comments2014-04-11T12:41:21.730-07:00Comments on Raising the Wrecking Crew: Bad Mom/Good DadKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791526001602226946noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562357223149177643.post-42302861375625531402008-06-22T16:00:00.000-07:002008-06-22T16:00:00.000-07:00Daughter #2 peed just before boarding the city bus...Daughter #2 peed just before boarding the city bus last fall. (I'd asked her if she needed to urinate before we left the destination. She did not).<BR/><BR/>We got on, as it was a direct to home. I walked her to the back of the bus and held her between my knees, while I sat. The bus driver INSISTED she sit. Didn't care that her wet deriere sat on their newish, cloth bus seats. (I did advise him.)<BR/><BR/>BTW - the less fun part of the voyage was his YELLING at me from the front of the bus. <BR/><BR/>I pity the person who had to sit in that seat as we were on the cusp of rush hour.<BR/><BR/>(And, while holding the child between my knees isn't a normal stance I take with any child, there was little difference between that and having an adult stand in the aisle, with the exception that she was MORE stable.) The other option to NOT seeing the child-unit was to walk 40 minutes (adult speed) home, as the bus driver threatened me with a request to disembark.<BR/><BR/>The joys of relying on city transit. Woo hoo.richgoldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05739095826557251359noreply@blogger.com