Child, walks up to me with blue marker all over his tummy. "Mama, you fed me blueberries at school two times yesterday, and it came out all over my tummy."
Child takes off pants and underwear, sits on my 5-quart saucepan. "I'm sitting on a toilet!"
As I'm typing, he starts bringing it to bathroom. "And now the toilet goes into the toilet."
Me: "No. That stays in the kitchen."
Child turns around, takes it to bedroom.
Me, cleaning up styrofoam from furniture assembly and brushing my teeth at the same time.
Child, sitting on the toilet: "Mama, can you do three things at the same time? Mama, wash my anus. Mama, wash my anus, or you will get in trouble by me."
Child, using hangers like barrel of monkeys: "It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor . . . "
And then he tried on my dresses, still singing.
Husband just went out with the little primate to buy a rodent. I have told him that I will take absolutely no responsibility for the new animal, because I'm already overwhelmed with responsibility for the one we already have. Husband has agreed to these conditions.
The child pulled a small piece of plastic out of the screen door this morning. I closed the screen door as an experiment, and now it will not open. Waiting for Husband to come home to investigate. Also regretting telling him to buy the retractable screen instead of the more expensive all-metal screen.
Nosey child who rarely leaves me alone in the bathroom, and when he does, he usually breaks something: If you keep doing that, you will lose all your blood.
Me: My body is making more blood all the time, and the amount of blood I lose during menstruation is small.


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