Desperation

I just have to say that to all my mom friends with toddler boys, read this carefully. And then know that when this happens to you, you have been forewarned.

Picture this: BEAUTIFUL afternoon in England...sun is shining and the boys can go outside without a jacket. My boys and 3 neighborhood boys are all playing in our back yard. I am standing in the kitchen making chicken and rice casserole for dinner. E (remember he's my 6 year old) comes running in the house with a wild look and goes straight to the toilet. He calls to me, "I just made it...I was really DESPERATE for the toilet!" (That in itself completely cracks me up, which is good because it puts me in a better mood for what is to follow.) E is in there for awhile and I go to check on him. He gets off the toilet and there is *yuck* all on the side of the toilet which I know means it is also on him. I tell him to run upstairs and use some wipes and a washcloth to clean himself up and then change into fresh clothes. While all this is going on the other 4 boys in the yard are completely oblivious to how long it is actually taking E to just go to the toilet. After clean clothes he "helps" clean the toilet and then I send him back outside. Again the boys are completely oblivious to the fact that he's in all new clothes (I know girls would have never let this one pass them up). I take the antibacterial spray that was already out from wiping down the wall from where Sy had peed earlier because he didn't get his trousers down in time, and finish the job that needs to be done.

This is why my post here shows that my "That's Gross" is toilets!

Oh, and if this blog is still around 10 years from now and E comes home with a girlfiend, I'll try to refrain from showing her this post. Sorry buddy!