Happy Saturday friends! I hope you all are enjoying some beautiful seasonal weather. One of the things I love about Autumn is the skies. The colors of the sunsets are so much more vibrant and varied. The day time is crisper and the clouds smear across the blue with such expression. Ahhhh!
Today I may be committing a cardinal sin of blogging parenthood but I was talking to a friend and I thought that you all might enjoy the hearty chuckle that my friend did. You know how in life you have the crazy, couldn’t have made it up if you tried, moments? I get that a lot in both my professional life and my parenting experiences. While I am restricted in sharing some of the work related stories, my poor kids are less immune. Besides, don’t all parents have naked baby pictures that they lord over their kids? I will warn you that this story is a little gross. 😉
So my sweet Mr T. He is the most charming, sweet, gregarious fellow. Everyone falls in love with him! His personality is also very dominant so, watch out world, he will probably rule the planet some day! Somehow, even the crazy stuff he does seems entertaining though. Until I got to the moment when he just shocked the pants off of me. I know what you might be thinking: he cut his sister’s hair, tied the dog to the fridge, tried to fly by jumping off the garage, etc… All the usual kid antics. But no. My sweet, adorable boy was completing the process of night-time potty training. So each evening he would sit on the porcelien throne and take care of business, but it tended to be a slow process and he would be there for about 10-20 minutes. Well he would talk, and sing, and call to us, and generally babble on for most of that time.
One night things got mighty quiet. I didn’t think much of it but figured that I would check and see if he was ready to get to bed yet. As I peer into the open door I had a brief moment where I didn’t know what to do. There is my darling boy – my little blond baby with the chubby cheeks and the love-me-mama eyes – and he is holding the toilet bowl brush and slowly licking it like the biggest, roundest lollipop that you could ever imagine! From the bottom all the way to the tip!
I think it took me a moment to catch my breath! Now, I am not really a germ-a-phobe. I let my kids chew on sticks and eat dirt – within reason. But that just sent me over the edge! I also don’t think that I have ever performed a high pitched girly scream like that before. “No, no, no, NO, Baby!!” I snatched said offending object and was momentarily at a loss as to what to do with the now be-fouled tongue that my angel possessed. I have to admit that I was quicker than lightning at that point with getting water and soap on my hand and manually scrubbing his tongue off right there while he was still esconsced on the pot.
After rinsing the poor mouth and very seriously explaining that one NEVER does such a thing and that he would NEVER, EVER do so again, he was handed off to Daddy to get dressed and be put to bed.
I seriously recall having broken into a fit of hysterical laughter after that. I still can’t help but giggle when I think of the smiling, peaceful expression on his face as his tongue traversed that horrible brush. Truly, my grossest parenting moment to date!
And now I must beg forgiveness from my lovely boy who, one day, will probably hate me, and maybe even disown me, for sharing in such great and graphic detail the foibles of his three year old self. I only hope that he will come to the point of being able to laugh instead. Love you T-bird!!
I hope this has given you a bit of entertainment for your weekend. Please don’t feel shy about sharing your darlings mishaps – I promise you don’t have to tell names and I won’t say anything to them about it. 😉
Have a great weekend,
Peace and health,