Today I opened up the door to the bathroom and was overwhelmed by the smell of urine. It wasn't pleasant and I was dismayed because I have been very careful to clean up after G2 as he learns to aim.
I decided to keep an eye on him to see if perhaps he was finding a spot that was unknown to me. Imagine my surprise as he very carefully wiped and then stuck the tp into the wastebasket next to the toilet. Upon further investigation, I discovered a whole stash of similarly used tissues and the source of the smell.
When I asked G2 why he was sticking the tp into the wastebasket he replied, "That is where tissues go."
I guess the lesson where we waved good bye to the tp as it flushed didn't take. LOL
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Sunday G1 was having a terrible time finding something to wear to church. She didn't like the dresses that were clean and (having discovered that she can wear some of my clothes) she was in my closet rummaging. I'm afraid I had to put my foot down and just say "no" when she came out looking very pleased with her choice.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that lacy red negligees are generally not acceptable wear for church...even when you wear a blouse underneath.
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Yesterday G2 and M were playing very nicely together in the front room, so I escaped back to the bedroom to do some cleaning. Soon, I heard the telltales signs that all was not well and I came back to appraise the situation.
I got into the front room just in time to catch G2 stalking off with a look of disgust. When asked what was the problem...I was told, "I can't understand a word she says, Mom!"
Everyone's a critic.