OK I am just going to be open and honest about what has been happening at our house. We have had some toilet trouble as of late. First of all, the kids bathroom was stopped up at least once a week last month. These things happen and I'm not blaming anyone...(Jet)...
Then, a couple of Sundays ago, Lexa suddenly started screaming. I found her in the bathroom looking down at a blue pick that was floating in the toilet. Apparently she was picking out her hair and the pick went flying across the room, landing right in the toilet.
3 points for Lex.
The next Sunday, I was doing my hair before church. Now I admit to being clumsy so no big surprise, I knocked over the hairspray. However, big surprise that the hairspray fell off of the counter and ~don't ask me how~ but it catapulted my toothbrush right into the toilet! GROSS!!Needles to say, I went looking for a new toothbrush. I thought for sure that I had a couple of them under the sink but all I could find was a bright orange, child-size toothbrush.
Great. That was a lot of fun to use.
But none of these toilet troubles even comes close to what happened yesterday. (Yet again, Sunday morning.) We have 1pm church so we like to be lazy in the mornings. Around 11am I noticed that the kids were playing in Lexa's room and Brady had disappeared to the kids bathroom with the Sunday comics. (That is important. Please remember he was in the kids' bathroom.) So I think to myself, "I bet I can take a shower without anyone bothering me! Woo Hoo!"
I was just getting ready to step into the shower when Jet started pounding at the bathroom door. "Mom, someone is at the door, should I answer it?" (So much for a peaceful shower.) I knew it would either be the home teachers or someone from church needing Brady for something so I told Jet to let them in and get his Dad.
Ahhh, I love a nice hot shower don't you?
But I only had a few minutes to enjoy my shower because pretty soon, Jet's hand came shooting into the shower holding a bag of chocolate covered fortune cookies. (Note to self, lock the door!)
A bag of treats equals the home teacher. I told Jet to put them in the kitchen because I was in the shower. I thought that was obvious but I guess not. Then Jet said something that made my blood run cold despite the hot shower...
He said:
"Don't worry mom, it was the Home Teacher but I told him that you and Dad were BOTH in the shower and couldn't come out right now."
I said:
"AHHH~You said what?"
Jet said:
"Mom, Dad is in the bathroom using the pot. (That's code language for doing #2) He would be embarrassed if I told the Home Teacher that. So, I just said Dad was in the shower too. A kid's gotta do what a kid's gotta do, Mom."
Oh, I just loved sitting in church yesterday afternoon, knowing that our home teacher was there too, probably imagining way to much about what might go on in our bathroom!
xoMJ
8 comments:
LOL oh my gosh seriously that is so funny. I LOVE it. I bet you were hiding away from the HT. And that they were laughing as they left. I just love kids dont you.
And we appreciate your putting the picture in our heads too.
HAHAHA!!!
And I thought only my kids did things like that!
Awesome!! What do you want to bet that the home teacher never comes back to your house.
Oh my goodness, that's HILARIOUS!! Maybe it will teach him to call next time. :)
I don't know if you know that I follow your blog, but now you do. That post made me literally laugh out loud! That's something you don't even want to explain yourself on either! :)
Hilarous post! Thanks for the laugh
Katrina :-)
Marion, that post made my day. Kids are the best.
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