Justice's toilet fascination has gone too far this time! I just heard him splashing around in the toilet, then he walks in here with the hair rinse cup, that I keep in shower, drinking from it, and saying "Toilet, drink it." Yuck!
That reminds me of a time when Mark was little. We were over at my parents house, hanging out in the family room downstairs. I realized that I hadn't seen Mark in a while. I went upstairs to check on him and found him and Jonni (my brother's child) in the bathroom with a washcloth a piece, covered head to toe in toilet water, dunking their washcloths in the toilet and sucking the water out. They didn't die, so I guess Justice will survive. It's just eew!
How about another one, while I'm at it. One time, when I was 6 or 7 years old, I was playing at my aunt Marsha's house. A cousin of mine (who shall remain nameless, lest this should embarrass her), and I had been outside playing and gotten completely covered in mud. Marsha put us in the bathtub, and went outside to do some gardening. Now, Marsha and Reid had a glass shower door, that slid on a track. It often got stuck, at least us kids couldn't open it. We had shut the shower door for fun. Well, my young cousin had to go to the bathroom, #2. Try as we might, we could not get that door open. We yelled and hollered, but no one could hear us. She finally couldn't hold it any longer. I have vivid memories of us standing on the sides of the bathtub, banging on the door and yelling for Marsha, with little poops floating merrily along under us.
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