Blog-Stedman had the boys almost all weekend so that I could go do something fun. Very fun. I received a call on Saturday late afternoon that went a little like this:
Ummmmm…
Hello? Is everything OK?
Oh yes, I just have a question.
Sure, what is up?
Rhett (2) just went to the bathroom by himself and he made me leave the bathroom and shut the door.
Ya, he does that to me too.
When I returned to the bathroom he had pooped and peed.
Good.
And he was sitting on the toilet all bent over with his head between his legs.
OK…
And then he said this, “I dropped my B (binky) down theeeeerrreeee.”
*trying not to laugh hysterically* So, did you flush the binky?
No, I fished it out and put it in a plastic bag.
OK.
But…I am not sure what to do with it now.
You could wash it or put it in the dishwasher…
Yuck. I don’t think I want to know what you are going to do with it.
Don’t worry I will take care of it when I get home.
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Please resume your Monday as if potluck had actually happened…
At a potluck you never know what you’re going to get. I had hoped for something other than a binky that had yet to be sterilized. I guess I’ll just suck my thumb until lunch time, hoping that the hunger pains don’t distract me too much. And really? There is not even toast or cold cereal I could munch on? This whole pot luck is shut down?
Oh SURE, you say it’s not going to affect global potluck prices and then the next thing you know? Widespread potluck shortage.
He put the soother in a baggie. Well, of course he did.
Dad’s, they crack me up.
That’s so funny – my hubs was home for the weekend with the boys himself, too!
Where did you spend your mah-velous weekend?
That would have been the end of the binky, the toilet and maybe the kid. Well, definitely the binky.
so, see … this is the quintessential third (or fourth)-child story. when my oldest was born, i boiled every nipple and every binky if it had the audacity to touch a table or a floor. with no. 2 son, i washed it off with hot water and soap at the sink. with no. 3, i rinsed it (maybe). when no. 4 was born, i would pick a dropped binky off the floor and pop it back in her mouth.
but i think even *i* would draw the line at the toilet bath.
I know this sounds mean, but moms who’ve been the Main Parent for the majority of the time will understand: Aren’t ya just a little glad it happened while Dad was on duty? 😉
I think that binky has seen its better days. I think there should be a binky funeral for it.
So I came here hungry but the whole “binky in the toilet” story sort of made my appetite go away so I guess it’s good there’s no potluck today…
I gotta say that would have been the end of the binky.. just yuckkkkkkkk