Pretzel mischief
I wouldn’t have minded much if either of my first two kids took a liking to the toilet. The only humans using it in our house at the time always remembered to flush and close the lid and close the door to keep the baby out. So when Larkin decided her latest obsession would be the bowl of toilet water and the roll of paper beside it, I don’t think I was fully prepared for battle. After all, I have TWO older kids who are still trying to remember all the things they are supposed to do after using the bathroom. She gets into the trash.
And unrolls toilet paper.
And plays in toilet water.
I can’t take credit for this blog title— that was provided by a good friend and had me rolling with laughter. Are there emojis for blog writing? Because I need a mixture of laughing until I cry and straight up crying. When it was eerily silent in the house the other day, I finally found the little rascal in the bathroom joyfully dipping a pretzel into the toilet. While there was POOP FLOATING IN IT. I’ve never run so fast with a baby to the sink, followed by a lecture on the importance of flushing and closing the bathroom door.
Mom of the year!
Yeah, not much changed in that department.
