I was going to write a Global Warming Wednesday post on saving water--lots of water just by flushing the toilet one fewer time per day, for example. And then it turned into a toilet-themed day and I find myself derailed by those moments.
After rough-housing with Scooter and dropping some of my salad with dressing on my pants, I decided that I should change both my shirt and pants before heading off to my tutoring job. Scooter started calling for me, just I was finishing up.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked.
"Changing my clothes."
"Why? Did you pee in them?"
Cue loud laughter from the living room.
That alone was pretty amusing for us and will be repeated to the family. The part the others may not hear, however, is that I had to change my clothes again later. This time because of pee. Not my own (I'm quick to add). No, Scooter peed on me before his bath, because he--and I quote--"was making funny noises." My son was too busy trying to one-up my silly noises to make a quarter turn and move about a foot towards the potty.
So now we're using more water than I would have planned today, since we're running that load of laundry twice.
5 comments:
Gotta love boys. But not being peed on:)
Finally caught up on your archives after a few weeks of sickies in these parts. Miss you. Move back.
S :)
It's good luck when your kid pees on you, right?
Good luck or not, I really didn't expect to be peed on at this point--unless it was by a new baby. Maybe Scooter's just trying to give me a bit of what I'm missing.
That's too funny.
Matt's been toilet trained for several months, and he'll also forget to use the potty if something is particularly funny.
Darn, kgirl beat me to it - I was sure that it's good luck to be peed on by a child (I'm trying to think of some golden showers joke but coming up dry).
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