I zone out when I’m doing mundane tasks. Like sweeping or folding clothes or washing the dishes. I like to daydream about cheese platters, time travel and vampires.
But sometimes I’ll overhear something from the next room that snaps me back into reality.
It happened yesterday…
I’m washing the dishes. But I’m actually drawing crappy pictures and writing blog posts in my head.
Then I hear Crappy Boy’s voice:
He isn’t old enough for penis war!
Is Crappy Baby with him? What are they doing? The penis version of a thumb war? Holy crap!
I run to the bathroom expecting the worst.
However, he is alone. Standing in front of the toilet, swaying his hips back and forth and spraying pee everywhere.
He proudly explains that he is attacking the toilet with his pee laser.
Relieved that it isn’t the other thing I was imaging, I just say, “Okay” and return to writing and drawing posts in my head. Only now I have a new one. This one.
On facebook a few weeks back I wrote:
“Will my bathroom always smell like a July music festival porta-potty? Boys With Bad Aim is headlining.”
His toilet war explains it!
PS – On FB, Jessica linked to Weepals which are stickers that change color when you pee on it. I haven’t tried these but who doesn’t want to pee on a sticker?
PPS – I’m usually a boring vinegar, tea tree and baking soda type of gal but Kids&Pets sent me a bottle and I’ve been using it in the bathroom for the stink. Helping.