Translated…
Little Tapioca is going to kindergarten at age four right now, with her pink new backpack, she’d looked left and right at her own reflection in the mirror, looked very excited.
But, her mommy is quite worried, because up until now, after she’d gone to the bathrooms, she still never had to wipe herself clean, what if she’d needed to go to the potty in the kindergarten, and the teachers don’t have the time to take care of her? So, her mommy told her, that she should hold it in until she comes home, after she thought awhile, she’d asked her mommy, “What if I can’t hold it in?”
The five grandmas who’d looked after her regularly all blamed themselves for this, they were spoiling her too much regularly, and even on the smallest matters such as wiping up after herself, they’d taken care of, that, was why she’d already lost before the race had begun, and, the grandmas believed that they must give her a crash course, before it’s too late.
Early on the weekend, as the grandmother watched the young child go, they’d started teaching her how to wipe up after herself. As she saw the crap on the toilet paper, she’d started to cry, “This is so ugly, I don’t want to!” As a college professor, fourth great aunt started teaching her, “What do you mean, this is ‘gold’, how could it be so ugly? The food from your mouth, apples, cheese, breads, along with everything else, they’d entered into the stomach, got digested by your stomach acids, got absorbed and after your body takes the nutrients it’d needed, the rest, with the help of the germs inside your colons, becomes poop!”
The professor’s deep explanations apparently had overestimated the level of understanding of the four year old child, Little Tapioca continued screaming, “I don’t want apples to become like this, I will NEVER eat apple again.” Great Auntie number four became silent immediately, apparently, she’d messed up!
The very next day, Great Auntie Chubby came on the scene, “Where is my Ms. Gold? Inside my Little Tapioca’s tummy, come out now, I will flush you down into the toilet, then, go on the slides.” As Great Auntie Chubby came, there’s NO a moment that’s not fun, the other four grandmas also became the chorus line, started chiming in too.
Little Tapioca sat on the toilet, her fattened legs dangled, as she sang along with Great Auntie Chubby, the sound came from the toilet, drop, drop, drop, so smoothly; after this huge deed was done, Great Auntie Chubby took her little hands, helped her practice wiping herself up, she didn’t object at all, followed Great Auntie Chubby’s ways, she must do it quick, so she could to go the parks and play on the slides.
We’d all forgotten how it was that we’d managed to potty-train our own offspring, it’s too long ago, and now, with this third generation, we can only relearn the methods ourselves, it’s just, that letting Great Auntie Chubby who doesn’t even have children take the lead on this, my fourth youngest sister who has a daughter felt paled by comparison now.
And so, this child is on one of the MOST important milestones of her life, and because previously, she’d gotten so taken care of by her grandmothers and her friends, it’d caused her to not be able to do the simplest demands of her day-to-day life, but, gladly, this team of elderly women had creativity, and, successfully, they’d managed to potty train this little girl.
and no, this is still NOT my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 