Let's play a game.
It's called..."What do these four objects have in common?"
I'll give you a hint. I have cleaned all of them.
Give up?
Well, Jackson is potty training.
I think that tells the story on its own, but I will continue, for your pleasure.
Jackson is potty training and I was helping him get onto his step stool. The phone (one of three that can go on any of the three stands and work fine) was on the cabinet by the toilet. My hand somehow hit the phone while helping Jackson balance (before peeing, thankfully) and caused the phone to FLY through space...right into the toilet.
I didn't think, I just grabbed.
Yep, right into toilet water.
Good thing I'd cleaned that thing earlier that day (or so I say :-)
Now, NONE of the three phones work, Jackson still is not trained (why won't the kid poop in the potty? I mean, he sure can tell me when he's done pooing on the Incredible Hulk!), and I shudder every time I think of my hand plunging into the icy cold germ trap to save the innocent phone.
Let's play again another day.
Ethan has a "What the heck was my Mama thinking?" look on his face, but I sure LOVE his outfit from Aunt Jamie!
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That's too funny. Brant won't poop on the potty either. He refuses. He has the pee thing down pat. I made the mistake of freaking out when Laurel did this, but I think with Brant, I just have to use every bit of self-control/denial and let him poop in his underwear until he's ready to make the transition. Good luck. If you have any earth shattering miracles, let us know!
I've dropped so many phones in the toilet. And sometimes there IS something else in the toilet already... Needless to say, I've made it a rule to NOT bring phones in the bathroom ever again.
That's hilarious. Great start to the post, it's original. Don't stress about the Potty Training. I did with my oldest but EVENTUALLY he got there, though he's been having accidents since Tyler has be born (7 weeks ago).
Mmm tasty. When things like that happen, I'll spend the whole day washing my hands any time I think of the yuckiness I came into contact with. But really, how else would you have gotten it out?! You could have used a kitchen utensil but then it would have been tainted too and you'd have to wash it like three times in the dishwasher (if you're germ-a-phobic like me.) Ughhh. I'm not looking forward to potty training. Peyton has been a monster with every developmental stage and I expect no different with training him to use the bathroom. I guess I should try to teach him here before we get to the new house though!
Dude.... WHY was the phone in the bathroom? I'm just saying.... there is NOTHING so important that you have to call and tell somebody while going to the bathroom!
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