I went to the bathroom tonight and sat on a wet toilet seat. Yes, it was that, compliments of a little boy who has terrible aim and apparently forgot to lift the seat tonight. Eww!
It reminded me of something that happened quite a few months ago before I started my blog, but I still want to record it. Be warned, I will name a certain little-boy body part in this entry…
One night at about 10pm, I went into my bathroom and found myself standing in a giant puddle of urine surrounding my toilet. I changed my socks, washed my feet, cleaned up the floor. All in a day in the life of a mom, right? The next night it happened again; my socks and the bottom inch of my pajama bottoms were soaked! I was completely baffled by this puddle of potty that appeared mysteriously around my toilet every night. When it happened for the third night in a row, I decided it was time to investigate.
As luck would have it, the very next night I noticed Joshua inch-worming across the floor in my room. Guessing that he could be responsible for the recurring puddle around my toilet, I pretended not to see him and then quietly followed him into the bathroom. He slithered the entire way into the bathroom, then stood and went to the toilet. He unzipped his footed pajamas, and then (instead of just pulling his pull-up down!) he folded the very top of his pull-up down, allowing his little penis to barely peak out of the top. Unfortunately, it was pointing up, straight up.
Before I could stop him he went potty- STRAIGHT UP IN THE AIR! Some potty landed in the toilet, most landed on the floor, splashing everywhere like a little fountain. Oblivious to the puddle in front of him, he calmly zipped up his jammies and flushed the toilet, and then turned abruptly to find me standing behind him.
Together we cleaned up the mess and I explained the importance of aiming into the toilet instead of the air above the toilet. We haven’t had a problem since then. And as funny as it may sound, I can’t think about that experience without chuckling a little bit. I laugh because that is SO Joshua, cutting corners where he can to be as fast as possible. I also laugh when I remember him crawling across my bedroom floor, being so very sneaky. And I laugh because that sneaky-crawling bit actually worked- for three days I had no idea where all that urine was coming from!
How I adore my little boy! I just hope I can “aim-train” him before he gets married.