Monday, December 29, 2008

If ever I deserve points, it's now.

Last week, Will was getting ready for bed, or rather NOT getting ready for bed when he should have. I told him to go to the bathroom multiple times, and finally I went downstairs to avoid some serious mama-meltdown. Surreptitiously snarfing chocolate (the vice of choice in the Ginger bread house), I heard a loud SLAM then a whole lot of screaming from the upstairs bathroom. I ran up there and Will was screaming, crying, slapping his private parts.

Yes. You guessed it. The toilet seat fell on his you-know-what.

Full of the milk of human kindness, I said something along the lines of, "If you hadn't been fooling around and if you had gone to the bathroom when I first asked you that wouldn't have happened." Logic notwithstanding. Whatever. Obviously I hadn't consumed enough chocolate and was still thoroughly annoyed.

Well, two days later, he said, "My bottom [that's what we call everything--front and back] is all different colors." I looked and sure enough, the tip was colorfully bruised. Ow.

6 comments:

Chaotic Joy said...

OW!! Poor kid.

karen said...

Do you ice something like that or just wince and back away? +1 WMP for "...this never would have happened!" Did you use a deep cartoon guy voice?

Fraukow said...

Poor dude! Points for the "its obviously your own fault" comment! And some days there isn't enough chocolate in the world to prevent Mama meltdowns!

Ashley Long said...

I have been wondering for some time now if that would really happen...guess I should not leave the boys alone...

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Kevin said...

Just be pleased he is BIG enough for that to happen. I never told Ashley, but that has happend to our Little one before(who's "bottom" is twice the size of his older brothers). Heck, the kid complains it hurts sometimes because he SITS on it, so guess your kid and ours will be studs of the locker room!