What not to say!

If a mother needs to have a serious talk with a three year old, she shouldn't try when there is a bunch of children and a single 20 year old in the room!

To the three year old...
"Where do your toys belong?"
"in the box"
"Are we suppose to put our toys in the toilet?"
"no"
"Where does Mr. Zebra belong?"
"in the box"
"Are you suppose to flush Mr. Zebra?" At this point all those listening are cracking up and Mr. D started to think this was funny. I had to get the mean and be quiet look on my face. Dad walks through and says, "If you think it is funny, go clean out the toilet!"
"no" sniffles and a "I sorry Mommy."
"Go tell dad you are sorry!"
"ok"

Just before all this, I had checked on dear husband to see how things were going. All he could say is, "You don't want to know." "Don't look." "It's bad." "Mr. Zebra is in there, it is bad."

So for the second time the kids' bathroom toilet has been pulled. Dad bought a shop vac today so there would be no chance of more water in the basement. Especially since we just installed new cabinetry down there.

It is good that he is cute. It is good that he is sweet. It is good that he is our son. Otherwise, he would never be allowed back in the house! Grandma says he needs to be kept in a cage outside for a while. She is just joking, but sometimes I wonder....