So I just got back from the mechanic. Shannon and Ike came over to give my car a jump start and follow me to give me a ride home. I walked into the garage with a bounce in my step, happy that things would work out with my car in time for my vacation next week. The office, stinking of rubber, grease and dust, was sweltering. Shannon and Ike walked across the street to get cookies at the deli while I did the necessary paperwork. Before I knew it, I heard them coming back.
"Busha, what are you doing Busha?"
And this is how it went from there...
"I'm getting my car fixed Ikey. What are you doing?"
"I have a cookie. See Busha? Mama, I have to go pee."
Mama: "Do you have a bathroom?"
Mechanic: "It's at the gas station."
Mama: "Can he pee outside?"
Mechanic: "Yeah, back behind the tires. That's where we all go." Bright red blush.
Me: "Teaching him how to be a man."
Three minutes later...
"Busha I go pee outside. Busha doesn't like weiners."
Mama: "Busha likes weiners fine. You just need to be polite with weiners."
"Mama, I have to poop. Can I poop outside?"
Mama: "No Ikey. Can't you wait until we get home? That gas station bathroom is dirty."
"Busha likes nice weiners."
So now every time anyone from the mechanics sees me driving the car down the road, they are going to giggle about the lady with the potty talk grandson.