Thursday, February 27, 2014

The box.

There are many days in my life where I do things I know that I shouldn't. At this point in my life, it's not out of curiosity to see what happens. It's out of spite for not being able to do them. No, it's nothing exciting like jumping out of airplanes, or tearing the "Do Not Remove" tags off of mattresses. It's much more mild, like eating chocolate mint cookies for breakfast. Now, there are breakfast cookies out there, and they look like the cookies I made, so why not? Well, here's why not, my body hates sugar. Okay, hate is a strong word. My body reacts negatively to sugar, but it loves to eat it! Eating sugar is like dating that guy who is horribly wrong for you, and hurts you each time, but you go back to him because you just can't help yourself! That is my relationship to this white, powdery, sweetness.
Now, my four year old is the opposite. She does things just to see what might happen. The other day my husband went upstairs to tell her it was time to come downstairs and get ready for bed. I heard his voice raise and he came stumbling down the stairs with a box in his hand. He walked it over to me and said, "Our daughter just peed in this box." And, oh yeah, it had toys in it. Not just any toys, but some of my husband's he-man toys from his childhood. My first reaction was to laugh. My second reaction, however, overpowered the first reaction quickly. "Why are you walking that box around the house? Get it out of here!" Yuck.
Luckily for me, it was my night to get our daughter showered and ready for bed, so while my husband was downstairs rinsing pee off of toys, I was upstairs rinsing pee off of our daughter.
Her excuse? I couldn't make it down the stairs in time.
Here are the holes in her excuse:
1. She has been potty trained for two years with only a handful of accidents in the beginnning.
2. Our house is tiny. There is no way she could not have walked the ten steps across our upstairs to the ten       steps that lead downstairs to the bathroom.
3. She is four.
Pee doesn't make for good frosting, but it does make for a funny story!