After nearly 9 years of motherhood it takes quite a bit to shock me.
until this morning.
This morning I had a conversation that last MUCH longer than I would have ever imagined such a conversation could last.
I had to discuss with Fuzzy why he could not, under any circumstances attempt to urinate from the hallway into the toilet.
DESPITE THE FACT THAT:
-the toilet is very close to the doorway of the bathroom
-he has been planning it in his head for a long time
-he dreamt last night that he was successful
-he has a strong stream.
yes, people….one of his arguments was the strength of his stream.
if you don’t mind me….I may possibly be hitting my head against a wall for the next several hours. .. while I contemplate what would have happened if I hadn’t walked by as he was yanking down his pj pants. What if, heaven forbid, he’d been successful and felt this was something he needed to work into his daily routine?
Mother of a boy.