Fruit Inspection

Everyone’s a Comedian

This morning we were all down in the playroom. I thought it had been a little while since we had taken a potty break, so in my most excited voice I said, “Okay, Emery and Stafford…let’s go pee pee!”

We got to the top of the steps and I told Emery to head on into the bathroom while I let Stafford outside. Emery paused briefly and said, “Look Mommy!!!” He held up some plastic lipstick that he had managed to steal from his sister.

“That’s nice, Son. Go potty like a big boy and then we’ll go back down and give that to Sissy.”

He goes his way and I go to the front door, trying to coax Stafford outside without me actually having to go out with him. It wasn’t working. Just then Savannah came upstairs and said she would go out with the dog. Thank Goodness!

I make my way to the bathroom and open the door. The entire room has purple streaks all over it!!! Walls, door, trim, toilet seat, etc. I gasp loudly in a way that makes Emery’s eyes fly wide open. He’s not sure what he’s done, but he is certain it was something terrible.

I look in his hand and realize the plastic lipstick was not plastic afterall. Instead, it was play makeup. The really chaulky, thick, oil based stuff. The stuff that is impossible to get off without a Magic Eraser that in addition to the mess, takes the paint off as well. (My camera is still in ICU or I would be posting a picture of exactly how awful it was!)

“EMERY! What have you done????” I am pointing at the commode so he can see really well what I am talking about. “What IS this???”

He responds quietly, “A toilet?”

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