Before I had kids it never occurred to me that I was losing certain inalienable rights such as the ability to:

1.Use the bathroom in private

2.Eat my own food without having tiny people simultaneously use it as a play gym

3.Watch television programming that doesn't include cartoon characters with oversize heads who insist on talking to me directly and asking me to perform ridiculous and impossible tasks such as identifying shapes and colors (which I am CLEARLY no longer capable of doing now that I am living on 2.5 hours of sleep per night)
 

Unfortunately, kids do not come with a handbook and before you know it, you are in the bathroom at the Taco Shop with your 3-year-old who is demanding (at top volume) to know why you are "putting that thing IN YOUR BUTT?"

And this is how you end up giving an impromptu sex ed class (while working on 2.5 hours of sleep) to your toddler at the Taco Shop. Want to hear the rest of the story? It's over at Aiming Low today.

Come on by and leave me a comment detailing your unfortunate and/or unexpectedly humiliating conversations with your toddler.