"MISS
BEAR! WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"
Mr.
Snark's voice roars through windows open due to summertime heat, easily
reaching neighboring houses because it is California where structures are built
ten feet apart.
Neighbors outside in their yards turn to stare.
Returning
home from a short trip to the grocery store, Mrs. Snark ducks her head, turns
beet red, and offers an apologetic smile. "Mr. Snark's insane twin brother
is visiting from Crazytown," she says and then slinks inside.
Mr.
Snark stands on the landing below the stairs, clutching a tiny pair of pants
and shirt. Above him, Miss Bear streaks nude across the second story balcony.
She shouts: "Wet!"
At
three years of age, Miss Bear has stubbornly resisted all attempts to potty
train. Mr. and Mrs. Snark have whiled away countless hours sitting on the edge
of the bathtub while Miss Bear perches on the commode. The child unwinds miles
of toilet paper. She has books and toys, and she has been promised puppies and
ponies, but so far not even a piddle.
"Both
of the boys were pee-trained before three," Mrs. Snark says with a long
(accusing) look at Mr. Snark. "She must get this from your side of the
family."
Mr.
Snark's mother confirms: "Mr. Snark was a potty-challenged child."
So
Miss Bear continues to wear training pants and runs the risk of preschool
expulsion. Meanwhile, this same child who refuses to potty-train, becomes
extremely distressed the second her pants get damp. Even a drop of water on her
shirt or a blotch of liquid on her pants results in a complete strip-down.
Miss
Bear plays in her wading pool and then undresses. "Miss Bear is naked in
the backyard!" Mr. Snark bellows, ringing the five alarm bell. No doubt,
the man thinks his wee daughter is just a few years from pole dancing at the
rate she's going.
"Eh,"
says Mrs. Snark who spends all day, every day, with the child and has grown
jaded. "It sorta gives a new meaning to 'Miss Bare', doesn't
it?"
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