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…
Okay, so Blog-Stedman put his hand in the toilet and grabbed the little ‘Bink-meister’ but has a problem with washing it? Does that make any sense at all? Not to this Dad, let me tell you.
I would have just flushed it myself, then again I do have a plumber that lives next door if there is any trouble. 🙂
Hope your weekend wasn’t marred, bby that unfortunate event.
As if potluck had happened……ok.
Wow thanks for naming me Peep of The Week – you shouldn’t have! And I totally guessed what was in Holly’s fruit bowl. I mean, how ripe can papaya get, right? And I can’t believe how your coccyx is doing! Mine is the exact same way.
And as usual, thanks for the potluck!
Except I’m still hungry.
PS: Eli, who asks for the paci with the hair on it, would be all over the potty paci.
xoxo, SG
Isn’t BlogStedman a doctor? Does he not know about various sanitizing methods? Interesting…
I miss PotLuck.
You’re throwing the binky away, right? Or, are you going to do a secret swap?
What? No potluck!? I totally should have stopped at Chick-Fil-A this morning.
Great, yet another thing to blame on W.
And the binky – please tell me it wasn’t the bling one. I might have to shed a tear. We LOVE the bling one!
Don’t cha just love when the Dad calls for suggestions. I think my hubby would have a thing or two to say if I called him out of some conference call to figure out what to do with a potty binky. Jeesh. Pretend like you’re at work, and Figure It OUT!!
Em
Bwaaahahahahahahahahahaaaa
Seriously? That is freaking fantastic.
It’s no longer a Binky, it’s now the BM Binky. That’s just eektastic.
No potluck? I’m just devastated. Where’s my coccyx update, the fruitbowl? Is it barren, sitting empty and lonely?
No comment of the week, no peep, no…
My monday is now dark and dreary without my potluck, my stomach and my heart are empty and lonely now.
I’m going fetal now.
Of course he had no idea what to do with it and left it for you. Of course.
Oh my, I sure hope you had a backup binky. I’m pretty sure that one would have been a goner.
Will anxiously await the return of the potluck!!
You hava a poopy binky in your friut bowl. Now that’s FUNNY! And tee-totally digusting. I LOVE it!