The lady that cleans our office suite comes on Fridays.
There are nice large restrooms on the first floor plus a couple of little cramped closet-size toilets upstairs. This morning I turned the knob and opened the door to the second-floor men's room. It was not locked so I was unprepared. As the door swung outwards, I found myself staring straight at the housekeeper's four-year-old son sitting on the toilet. And of course he was staring back at me.
He is a handsome little dark-skinned dude with tight curly black hair. I immediately shut the door, muttering an embarrassed "Oops! I'm sorry!"
After about ten minutes I went back. By then the door was open and the room empty. But the memory of the little guy remains with me. He was sitting with his knees spread wide while wiggling his little circumcised peter with both hands. Very likely he was making a serious examination, wondering many things about the gift nature had bestowed on him.
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