Peeky, Peeky, Peeky

Saturday at the recital I took him to the bathroom, and he kept asking who the other little girl was. I did not know who she was, so he kept asking and trying to look at her. Then as I was drying my hands he came over whimpering and saying, "she hit me". Well, she was locked in her stall and he was peeking under the side. All I could say was, "Well stop peeking under the wall."

Evidently, being hit did not teach him a lesson. I was reminded of Saturday as T opened the curtain on an elderly lady in a local restroom today. He flipped open the curtain and asked "who's that", she responded, "It's a grandma in here"! I'm happy it was a "who" not a "what" type of question.

I really need to work on his curiosity.