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Toilet training. A total success.

28 October 2009 · 14 Comments

My seemingly never ending quest for bathroom accessories has now led me to what I can only describe as SUPERPOSH bathroom boutiques. Gorgeous places with exquisite imported sanitaryware that costs…well…costs more than I would ever consider spending on a toilet anyway.

Jackson and I went to one such place yesterday after Cousin Lily’s 4th birthday party (btw Happy Birthday Cousin Lily). Jackson, who had been swimming in the river all afternoon, was looking pretty grubby and was dressed only in his underpants. Cute Baby Gap underpants, but underpants that were stained a lovely brown colour from the river mud nevertheless.

The lady sales assistant was charm personified (as they usually are in these kinds of places, even when you are accompanied by a filthy little urchin), and she could not have been more helpful. She and I were sitting at her desk as she worked out a quote for me when I suddenly noticed Jackson had disappeared. So I went to go and look for him and eventually I found him behind a wall, in front of the window, standing with his nasty pants round his ankles (and I think we all know where I am going with this) HAVING A WEE IN A R10,000 (that’s $1,300) DISPLAY TOILET.

Dealing with this the only way I could think of right at that moment, I quickly and quietly put the lid down, deleted all the laugh from my expression and didn’t mention it. When we left it was still undiscovered, but I expect they have found it by now and I’m pretty sure they’ll figure out who did it so my question is: am I brazen enough to call them and place the order because dammit I really liked their towel rails.

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