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I've never had a baby become interested in the toilet. Until A.J. came along. On more than one occasion since he's become mobile, we've found him happily splashing in the frequently "yellow so it can mellow" water (although I'd love to claim a fanatical love of the environment as the reason, it's more my kids forgetting to flush). Thankfully, more often than not, it has been clean toilet water.
Right. As if toilet water is ever really "clean."
Knowing that he fancies an occasional splish-splash, I try to keep the toilet lid down or the bathroom door closed. As I mentioned though, it's hard for the bigger kids to remember to flush half the time. Getting them to put the lid down, well, that would take a small act of God.
This afternoon, I came in from getting the mail to hear Nora announce, "Mom, I'm going to go poop now." She always announces the impending arrival of her bowel movements to us. It's nice to be in the poop-loop, I suppose. A special privilege given to only a select few...
So off she goes, and apparently A.J. follows because I hear her yell, "Mom, A.J.'s in the bathroom with me."
I holler that I am on my way and make a bee-line down the hall. Not three strides in and Nora very calmly announces, "MOM. A.J. IS EATING MY POOP."
Shit.
Literally.
I sprint the remaining 10 feet to find Nora mid-wipe and A.J. laughing and grinning with not one, but two hands full and a definite and distinct smudge across him mouth.
No he didn't.
Yes, he did.
As I said, you just can't make this mothering stuff up.
Right. As if toilet water is ever really "clean."
Knowing that he fancies an occasional splish-splash, I try to keep the toilet lid down or the bathroom door closed. As I mentioned though, it's hard for the bigger kids to remember to flush half the time. Getting them to put the lid down, well, that would take a small act of God.
This afternoon, I came in from getting the mail to hear Nora announce, "Mom, I'm going to go poop now." She always announces the impending arrival of her bowel movements to us. It's nice to be in the poop-loop, I suppose. A special privilege given to only a select few...
So off she goes, and apparently A.J. follows because I hear her yell, "Mom, A.J.'s in the bathroom with me."
I holler that I am on my way and make a bee-line down the hall. Not three strides in and Nora very calmly announces, "MOM. A.J. IS EATING MY POOP."
Shit.
Literally.
I sprint the remaining 10 feet to find Nora mid-wipe and A.J. laughing and grinning with not one, but two hands full and a definite and distinct smudge across him mouth.
No he didn't.
Yes, he did.
As I said, you just can't make this mothering stuff up.
And now I know exactly what a "shit eating grin" looks like.
This could not be any funnier, Beck!! And, OMG... I can't even handle that I haven't seen that gorgeous little man in so long... I'm assuming the little guy is who Mark is holding in above picture??
ReplyDeleteMiss you!! FUNNY A&S SHIT (literally). You keep me laughing, girl.