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SRU: Accidents Will Happen
By The Tar Baby
Jill watched as her little boy ran across the room towards
the bathroom. She was at her absolute wits end trying to get her
son Jacob to use the toilet. He was almost 5 years old and still
didn't have it down. Jill often worried that her Jacob would be
forced to wait a year before going to kindergarten if he had not
been properly toilet trained.
"You can do it, Jacob!" she said as he closed the door
behind him.
Jacob was her pride and joy in an otherwise difficult life.
Her last boyfriend had been interested only in sex and nothing
else, but when he found that she was pregnant with Jacob, he had
split, and was nowhere to be found. That had been over five years
prior, and Jill had still never found time for another man. She
was always too busy trying to provide for Jacob, working as a
waitress at a classy restaurant. The pay was mediocre, and it
meant putting up with snobby rich people, but it was worth it for
her son. Her only regrets were that she was unable to be with him
all the time. While at work, she was forced to leave him with her
mother since there was no one at home to care for him. It was
good for Jill's mom, too, since she was all alone. Fortunately,
Jill had her mother to call on with pointers on being a single
mother, since she too had raised a child without the benefit of a
father.
Jill desperately wanted a new relationship. She was the
walking definition of a knockout, and all kinds of men gave her
attention, but she couldn't risk ending up with another loser who
would hurt Jacob the way her last boyfriend had. Jill had now
devoted her entire life to being a good mother for her child.
Slowly, the bathroom door creaked open, and Jacob peered
out.
"Did you do it, baby?" asked Jill, who peered inside to
inspect. She hadn't heard a flushing sound, and that was usually
bad news.
She stepped inside and found; yet again, yellow puddles on
the floor near the toilet and yellow streaks on the wall. Jill
stepped back and sighed. She helped Jacob wash his hands, and
then had him run off and play while she fetched the mop and
bucket for the second time that day.
After finishing her cleaning chores, she plopped down on
her couch, covered her face, and began to cry. What was wrong
with her son? What was she doing wrong? WAS she doing something
wrong?
Jacob walked over to his mother, still holding a toy truck
in his hand. "Mommy, why are you crying?"
"Jacob, Mommy is very sad."
"Why are you sad, Mommy?"
"I'm sad because I'm afraid people will pick on you and not
let you do things."
"Why, Mommy?"
His favorite question. "Sometimes, baby, they don't let
kids go to school if they can't go potty."
"I can go potty, Mommy."
"You still need to work on your... your aim, Jacob."
"What's 'aim'?"
Jill began to sob again, and she hugged Jacob tight. "It's
not fair, Jacob, it's not fair."
Jacob was confused. He too started to cry.
Late that night, Jill lay awake in bed, trying to rest, but
finding none. What could she do for Jacob? It's not like she
could just give him some pointers, she'd never had to do what he
had to do. Men, she thought. Why did that dirt bag just run off
on her? She resolved not to ask any family members to help out,
as that would be too embarrassing. She couldn't afford a child
psychologist or any sort of professional help. With nothing else
available as an option, she decided to go shopping the next day
to see if there were any products that could be helpful.
After work, Jill headed over to the old mall to look for
something, anything at all, that could help Jacob. The small,
plastic toilets hadn't worked. Perhaps there was some sort of
other training device she could buy, hopefully inexpensively. She
walked over to the mall directory, which clearly had not been
updated in quite some time. Browsing the store categories, she
found only one that appeared to sell items for babies, toddlers,
and very young children. Hoping to find what she was looking for,
she set off in search of the store.
When she arrived at the location listed on the directory,
it was clear to her that the store there was not the one she was
looking for. It had a wooden door on the outside, guarded by
windows with strange items in them. Disappointed, she turned to
leave the mall, but regretted making the decision to come all the
way to the mall only to leave without doing anything, so she
wheeled around and entered the store.
The interior reminded her of a mad scientist's laboratory
mixed with a medieval dungeon and an ancient temple. Bizarre
objects were everywhere. She picked up a strange looking rock
carving and inspected it, looking for a price tag, but she didn't
find one. In fact, she couldn't find a price on anything in the
store.
"Welcome to my store, Jill," said a strange old man who
seemed to be wearing a bathroom robe and some kind of pointy hat
on his head. "Can I help you find anything today?"
Jill was astounded that the old man knew her name, since
she had never met him in her life, but then she realized that she
was still wearing her nametag from work, so she didn't make a big
deal about it. "Actually," she said, "I'm just browsing. I don't
think I'll be able to find what I came to this mall for."
"You would be amazed," the old man said in reply, "at how
many useful things I have here in my shop. For example, this
artifact that you are holding is useful as an aphrodisiac. Are
you interested?"
The thought appealed to her, but she didn't need it. Not
only was she beautiful enough to attract men in the first place,
but she needed to care for Jacob. Besides, it was just a rock.
The old man must be some kind of eccentric, she decided.
"No, thank you," she answered, putting the idol down. "I
was looking for something to help my son, Jacob."
"Ah!" said the old man. "Well, we have all kinds of child
assistance things here, my good woman. We have intellectual aids,
shyness alleviators, potty trainers..."
"That's it!" Jill interrupted. "That's what I've been
looking for. My son, he has a problem with, well, number one."
The old man snapped his fingers. "I've got just the
solution. Dannie!"
A busty young woman came out from the back room. "Yes?"
"Find me the toilet training capsules that came in a few
days ago."
Jill expected her to come out with some sort of contraption
that would help her son, but instead she was holding a bottle,
much like one that would contain prescription pills.
Accepting the bottle from his chesty assistant, the old man
handed it to the curious mother. "In this bottle are two control
capsules. They are chewable and orange-flavored, so your child
shouldn't have a problem taking them. Within eight to twelve
hours, your child should have no problem with urination."
Jill looked at the bottle with skepticism. "How do they
work?"
"I don't know," the old man replied. "I just sell them. I
do understand that they work very well."
Jill stared at the old man, and then glanced back at the
bottle. It had no label. She peered inside and saw two orange
colored tablets, just as the old man had said.
The old man could tell she was still not sold on the idea.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "Go ahead and buy them. If they do
not work within eight to twelve hours, come back and I'll give
you double your money back."
Jill was taken aback. Now there was no way she could lose.
Either the pills worked, and they helped Jacob with his problem,
making it a sound investment of money, or they didn't work, and
Jill made money in the process.
"How much?" she asked.
The old man smiled. "These capsules are expensive to
import. I can't let go of them for more than $40."
Jill opened her purse. Well worth it if it worked, and she
made $40 if it didn't work.
"Do you take checks?"
"Sorry, we work in cash only," the old man responded,
shrugging his shoulders.
"Can you give me a written statement on our deal?" Jill
asked, wary of an establishment that wouldn't take checks or
credit cards.
"Sure," the old man said, producing a letter, seemingly out
of nowhere. He handed it over and gave it to Jill, who reviewed
it, and nodded her approval. She handed over the cash, and walked
out of the store with the bottle. Leaving the area, she did not
notice the front of the store shimmer out of sight and change to
a store for children.
Jill went to her mother's to pick up Jacob, giving him an
extra big hug when she saw him. They went home, and as soon as
they arrived, Jill sat Jacob down for a talk.
"Jacob, when Mommy was crying yesterday, she was worried
that other kids might make fun of you for the way you go to the
bathroom," she said to her child.
"I try really hard, Mommy," he said, almost in a whine.
"I know you do, sweetie," Jill said, her heart absolutely
melting. "But you still are having a hard time with it." She
pulled out the bottle and dumped the two tablets into her hand.
"Now, Jacob, these two pills will help you go to the bathroom
better. They are your favorite flavor, orange. Just chew them up
and you will be all better."
"Okay, Mommy," he said, opening his mouth. Jill put the
tablets into his mouth and he chewed them right up and swallowed
them.
"Good boy, Jacob," she said, smiling and rubbing his hair.
"Now we'll wait and see what happens."
Jill waited until the end of the day, but as it turned out,
Jacob didn't have to go for the remainder of the day. She laid
out his clothes for the morning and tucked him in good night,
excited about the possibilities of the next morning.
Jill woke up in the morning and went to go check on her
special child. She knew that would just make her day, as it did
every morning.
She walked into her dear child's room. Toys were strewn
about everywhere, but no one was to be found. Wondering where her
precious baby was, she walked out of the room when she heard a
flushing sound and realized where her little one was.
The bathroom door opened, and Emily stepped out, still
wearing her pink pajamas that she had slept in. Jill picked up
her daughter, who was being enrolled in kindergarten the next
fall.
"You're such a big girl," Jill said as Emily giggled. "I
remember a time when I used to have to change your diaper when
you had to go, but that was a long time ago." Indeed, Emily had
been properly potty trained for almost a year and a half.
"Can I go play with my dollies now, Mommy?" the little girl
asked.
"Yes, but please get dressed first. I laid out your clothes
last night, just like always. Make sure you're ready to go to
Grandma's."
"Okay, Mommy," she said, giving her mother a kiss on the
cheek. Jill put her down and she scrambled off to her room.
Emily got dressed in the flowery dress that her mother had
given her as a birthday gift, and then picked up her dolls to
have a tea party.
Shortly thereafter, Jill emerged from her room wearing her
waitress uniform, and hustled Emily into the car to drive her off
to her grandmother's.
Meanwhile, somewhere far off, the old man peered into his
crystal ball, looking at all of the events unfolding at Jill's
house. His assistant, Dannie, stood behind him, looking on.
"I should guess that didn't turn out the way she had
planned," Dannie said.
"Perhaps it did not," the old man said to his lovely
associate. "But Jill knew she needed to help her child in anyway
that she could. Now her offspring will not be ridiculed or held
back. In fact, it appears her child had a problem that runs in
the family. Why, I remember meeting HER mother some 20 years ago
when she had the same problem..."
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