So he seems content and I jump in. As I am rushing along, I notice that I can no longer see a silhouette through the door, but he seems happy with all of the babbling and giggling going on outside. Open it up and shear horror took over every inch of me. He had discovered the toilet. Yes, I should have known to cover it up. I was in a hurry! But it's even more fun than that! Who would have thought that dumping each item from the trash can INTO the toilet then tossing each soaking piece to the side could bring such joy? Just as I am about to vomit (and yes, jump out to grab him!), he gently dips Art's old deodorant cap into the water and takes a slurp. AHHHH! And it only gets better....
I grab my soaking wet (oh and he was!), toilet bowl-water child, pick up the trash, hide the can in the closet, close the lid as I am dripping onto our carpet too and think, geez, I have got to finish, surely I can distract him for one minute and finish. Promise he has never had an interest in trash or toilets before. Mistake number 2. I show him a toy, distraction seems successful, get back in to wash the conditioner out of my hair when I realize the silhouette is gone again. Open door and scream. We now have the toilet bowl brush as a lollipop. Yep, I missed stashing that away. I almost vomit and he just grins! Really? You think it's cute, son? Gave up on the shower and tossed him in the bath instead. Sooooo gross! In times like these, it's a face only a Mother could love:). And yes, lesson learned! And no, we did not make it to lunch on time.
The captured culprit during an EXTREMELY good scrubbing!
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