i went over to my other aunt and uncles house tonight to help put up hurricane shutters, and my uncle
told me a funny story.
when i was first starting to use the toilet, my grandmother wouldn't want to be in the bathroom by myself, probably because she wanted to make sure i didnt make a mess (even when i was as old as 6 or 7, she would barge in, which would make me very mad. when i'd let her know that i could in fact use the toilet by myself, shed usually tell me not to use too much toilet paper, and leave, not closing the door behind her) so anytime she saw me making my way to the bathroom, shed yell out "no, no, no" and shake her finger at me. my uncle said that he once saw me walking towards the bathroom without my grandmother's usual watchful eye on me, and i was saying "no, no, no" and shaking my finger in the air. i guess you cant always control the way conditioning works on someone...
and although i thought the story was cute and funny, it kind of made me sad, because it made me think of all the funny things i must have done as a young child that ill never know about because no one who was there is left to tell me.