Urinal and computer

While pooping today, I suddenly recalled the first time I squatted in the pit when I was a child.

Before I started squatting in the pit, I always pulled it in the urinal, and then my parents took it into the toilet to pour and clean the urinal.

Sitting on the urinal and pooping is comfortable, and the small basin is suitable for small people. The urinal is plastic, it won't freeze your butt when you sit down, and the opening has an arc, which conforms to the curve of the human body.

I thought about it, it makes sense that our parents didn't tell us to poop on the toilet in the first place. Whether it is squatting or sitting on the toilet, I feel that the child will accidentally fall into the shit pit. The squatting pit may be a foot fall, and the toilet may be the entire buttocks falling, which is very visual.

The first time I squatted, it was on a whim, because I found that I could handle it, and I didn't call my dad (only my dad was home at the time). With the toilet door open, I pulled it once, and then ran to my dad to show off that I would never use a urinal to pick up shit anymore.

Another meaning is that I don't have to bother my dad again to help me clean the urinal. Unlocks a life achievement.

By the way, I forgot whether I wiped my butt or my parents wiped it.

I am a very troublesome person.

When I recalled this incident, I suddenly felt that the parents were great, and they were willing to clean up their children's feces and urine until the children were able to take care of themselves, and there would be no complaints. At least I remember that they didn't get angry with me because they wanted to clean up my feces.

The older I get, the more naughty I may become, and the impatient beatings and scoldings of my parents become more commonplace. Is it because the previous patience has been exhausted, and the rattan education will start, or is it just that children can only be managed by beating and scolding, because they were also beaten when they were young.

I find it easy to get impatient with my parents who are getting older. For example, my mother can't use a computer, you can ask me the same thing three times, I will lose my temper and yell at her to pick up a pen and paper and write it down, because I won't be by her side all the time teaching her the computer and writing it down relatively reliable.

Children's feces and urine and the use of technology by the elderly go hand in hand. Feng shui takes turns, and each era will have different challenges. I need to remind myself to be patient and tolerant. How to treat others is how to treat myself. There are only a few family members. I should cherish it.

Sorry and thank you, my family.

A feeling of shit, I wrote it into tears, I really convinced myself.