toiletNot so long ago, K decided that the little potty was for babies and he wanted to pee like daddy. Fabulous, wonderful…if that’s what makes you happy, pee all over the toilet seat. Mama will clean it up. 

Little did I know, however, that letting him use the big potty was going to come with serious – and potentially expensive – consequences. 

Today K comes out of the bathroom after spending a minute or two in there. I thought nothing of it. Until he says to me, “The boat was going in circles, Mama.”

Uhhh…the boat? What boat? “Bert’s boat!”  Oh, great! I jumped up from the chair and ran to the bathroom. (ok, exaggeration there…my back’s out. More like drug myself slowly from the chair and walked like my grandma to the bathroom)

I find the toilet quite full, and his canoe with Bert from Sesame Street mysteriously missing from the toys in the bathtub. 

The best I can tell, he’s stuck somewhere in the S-curve, far beyond my reach. I almost got my arm stuck in the toilet trying to save his life. (That would have been a fun one to explain to 9-1-1)

Yes, my friends, Bert was drowned in a freak canoe accident in my toilet. My deepest sympathies to Ernie. The toilet is currently in critical condition and things aren’t looking good.  Tomorrow, we go in to recover the body and hope that we can save the poor toilet in the process…

Image credit: sxc.hu - brokenarts
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