That creepy, crawly, germy feeling.
The phone rang. It was Jason needing some info for his tax appointment he was presently at. I ran off to get the numbers, absent-mindedly leaving the kids in the bathroom. It was nearly bedtime and Hannah was brushing her teeth. James was scaling the toilet (don't worry folks, the lid was down) when I hear Hannah using her most urgent and concerned big sisterly voice, "MOM!"
"Hang on, Hannah, OK, the number is...."
"MOM! James HAS SOMETHING"
Sighing, "What, Hannah?"
"He HAD THISSSS!" She comes walking towards me with the toilet bowl brush pointing at me, like she was challenging me to a duel. I did not want to fight.
My eyes widened with disgust and horror. I manage to end the conversation with Jason, hang up and order her to not put the brush down, nor touch any other place on the brush. I find James happily playing with the holder of said brush. I felt a little gag reflex and then confiscated both items, hiding them in the shower.
Our bed time routine was then lengthened by a baby disinfecting process.
I must find a better spot for the toilet bowl brush. And I learned once again to never trust a baby for one second. Little trouble finder.
"Hang on, Hannah, OK, the number is...."
"MOM! James HAS SOMETHING"
Sighing, "What, Hannah?"
"He HAD THISSSS!" She comes walking towards me with the toilet bowl brush pointing at me, like she was challenging me to a duel. I did not want to fight.
My eyes widened with disgust and horror. I manage to end the conversation with Jason, hang up and order her to not put the brush down, nor touch any other place on the brush. I find James happily playing with the holder of said brush. I felt a little gag reflex and then confiscated both items, hiding them in the shower.
Our bed time routine was then lengthened by a baby disinfecting process.
I must find a better spot for the toilet bowl brush. And I learned once again to never trust a baby for one second. Little trouble finder.
posted by Lauren S. at
8:37 PM
3 Comments:
My mom tells me of a similar episode that occurred when we lived at my dads parents house...involving toilet paper and a horrifying sucking/slirping sound. I guess we were going through a drought and they (crazy greeks) believed the whole, if its yellow let it mellow thing. Poor James!
Ewwwwww, I have the creepy crawly germy feeling just reading that. Hugs.
David still goes after our toilet brush! He claims to be cleaning... yuck!
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