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Toilet Instructions

In a house full of boys, the potty-training doesn't end. I'll be potty-training my boys until they are out of the house. I've gotten them to the point where they will use the toilet, but that's about it. I still have to remind them to wipe themselves, flush the toilet, and wash their hands. After the 101st reminder of those basic things, they still don't remember to turn the light off or shut the door while they do their business. Whenever I clean the two bathrooms that they use, I scour those places with heavy-duty cleaners and when I'm done they still smell like urine. One day, this past week I went into the downstairs bathroom. Being 90 weeks pregnant, I have to visit the bathroom hourly. With three boys using the same toilet, it certainly gets a lot of use during the day. As I stood up, I realized that there is another rule that needs some help. As the only female in the house, this rule had me irate as I stormed out of the bathroom into the kitchen. I looked at the boys and yelled, "Pee in the water! Do you understand?! Do NOT pee on the toilet!" I particularly looked at Justin as I said this because he is the one usually dancing around waiting until the last minute to go. He's probably the one doing most of the splashing although I would bet a million bucks his brothers help out with that. Later on that day, we were just sitting down to dinner when I noticed Justin wiggling in his seat as if he had ants in his pants. I ordered him to go to the bathroom. He does this dancing, wiggling, kind of run as he sprints to the bathroom with an anxious look on his face hoping to make it there before he pees in his pants. I watch him as he climbs onto the toilet and proceeds to pee in the sink. "Justin! What in the WORLD are you DOING?" Nat and Cabe began to laugh and said, "He's peeing in the water, Mom!" with absolute glee. As Justin comes back to the table, I said, "Justin, I meant pee in the water IN THE TOILET. Okay?" He said, "Oh. Sorry," with this confused, sheepish look on his face. As I'm scouring the bathroom sink, I realized I'm going to have to be more specific in the future.

100th Post!!

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Andrea said…
That was awesome! I love how Justin's mind works.

By the way, 9o weeks pregnant?! That's horrible!
September 25, 2007 at 9:18 PM
striving... said…
You are sooooo funny. I guess the sink is water, I am laughing. and woo-hoo for 100 posts.
September 25, 2007 at 9:24 PM
Anonymous said…
I've seen that look on Justin's face before -- and he didn't make it that time either. He does try so hard to please, though. Bless his little heart. - Grandma Sherry
September 26, 2007 at 1:58 PM
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