Friday, May 8, 2009

*Sigh*....Not Even Three and The Questions Start...

Before I get to my Imperial Beach post (yes, I know I'm late, but we had a family emergency that came up), I HAVE to put this little gem up first.

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to do your everyday tasks without being interrupted by a certain Toblerone. Whether it be the daily constitutional, the hourly trip to the bathroom for tinkle time, or taking a shower....he's ALWAYS there....lurking. It doesn't matter if I lock the door or not, he will sit outside the bathroom and either pound on the door because he wants to flush the toilet for you, OR he will lay on the floor looking under the crack of the door. THOSE conversations are always interesting....

Toblerone: "Mama? What doin'?"

Mum: "I'm going potty honey. Go upstairs."

Toblerone: "Mama...Toblerone fwush toiwet."

It never fails...the SAME conversation.

When I take showers while Weenie isn't home, (I try and do showers while he's here) I have to keep the door open and conversation engaged with Toblerone, otherwise, the little tornado destroys everything that isn't kept above reach. Because I'm a modest person, I try to grab the towel before I get out of the shower so he doesn't see any girly parts.

While taking a shower a few days ago, I did the usual....engaged Toblerone in conversation (usually answering questions about what I'm doing in there). BUT....I made a HUGE mistake. I didn't tie the towel tight enough around me when I got out...and WHOOPS! Down it falls. Thinking to myself, "He's not even 3 yet, he won't notice anything different." Ohhh....how wrong I was. Obviously, I didn't pull the towel up fast enough, because THIS look crossed his face....





And out of his little mouth, pops this question.....

Toblerone: "Mama? Where'd Mama's Pee Pee go?"

Thinking to myself..."Surely, he's talking about me going to the bathroom..."

Mum: "Mommy doesn't have to go potty right now, honey."

Toblerone: (pointing with his little chubby finger).."No...Mama's pee pee...Bwoken?"

Oh my....he WAS talking about that. The look on my face must of been priceless. I imagine something along this line....


I HAVE to think of something better than tying a towel around me, because I CERTAINLY can't start locking the bathroom door when Weenie isn't home.

Maybe for Mother's Day, I should request a terry cloth robe (oh, how sexy).

3 comments:

Kat said...

I've got one better for you...Bren asked me what jacking off means!

Coolerboy said...

taking the summer off? miss reading your posts!

Anonymous said...

LMAO... Now THAT'S Funny! ~Disturbed