LemonDroppe
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- Nov 9, 2001
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I understand that someone else here at Lit has a pair of these, as do I. Here's what my things were up to last night...
Thing One, age 5 1/2, had homework for kindergarten. We were fingerpainting a picture of a turkey. Thing Two, age 2 1/2, was invited to help.
2 decided he would fingerpaint the chair. He was immediately banned and sent to play with his father.
1 and I continued to paint, when a few minutes later I caught the unmistakeable whiff of... poo. You parents know what I mean.
Now, Thing 2 is potty-trained, but still occasionally has accidents. I went to check on him in his room.
And screamed.
A pile of poo was on the floor. But that wasn't the worst. He had taken HANDFULS of it and fingerpainted the walls. There were streaks of poo on nearly every spot that was less than 3 feet high.
I was shaking. "Do you know how mad Mommy is right now?"
He looks up at me, big blue eyes, little brown hands, and says,
"Why?"
Thing One, age 5 1/2, had homework for kindergarten. We were fingerpainting a picture of a turkey. Thing Two, age 2 1/2, was invited to help.
2 decided he would fingerpaint the chair. He was immediately banned and sent to play with his father.
1 and I continued to paint, when a few minutes later I caught the unmistakeable whiff of... poo. You parents know what I mean.
Now, Thing 2 is potty-trained, but still occasionally has accidents. I went to check on him in his room.
And screamed.
A pile of poo was on the floor. But that wasn't the worst. He had taken HANDFULS of it and fingerpainted the walls. There were streaks of poo on nearly every spot that was less than 3 feet high.
I was shaking. "Do you know how mad Mommy is right now?"
He looks up at me, big blue eyes, little brown hands, and says,
"Why?"