I sat in the bathroom drying and lotioning the Little Miss this evening after her bath. As usual, the Little Man had crashed our girl-bonding time and was in the bathroom with us, playing, chattering and generally getting into everything.
He said "Mommy, I need go potty. I use my potty chair." Before I could get "you're too big for your potty chair" out of my mouth, he had picked the potty chair up and put it on his head as a hat. Gahhhh! I exploded with the grossness of it all, ordering the potty chair off his chair and quickly went into scold/lecture mode about germs and the general nastiness of putting your head anywhere near anything potty related. I was getting into full swing, carrying on over "Mommy, be happy" and incessant whining. Then, I stopped to get up and take the baby into her room, and he said "Mommy, be my sunshine!"
Really, how could I not? You only get offers like that so often, even if you are in mid-lecture.
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Occasional postings from a semi-working mom and suburbanite.
About Me
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- Your average, random newly rural ex-suburbanite, with one husband, one son, one daughter, one outside cat and two cars. Looking for a job, love my family and have a variety of random thoughts and stories that just must spill out every now and again.