Monday, May 23, 2011


It's been raining buckets here for a few days...but those aren't the kind of puddles I'm talking about.

This morning, as I walked into the bathroom at 7:15 a.m. to... well, to pee... there was a PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR. Seriously, seriously. Who was the ONLY one to use that bathroom this morning?



He came down, "Yes?"

"Were you not the last one to use this toilet?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Did you not notice that you MISSED IT COMPLETELY?"

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Um... then why did you not bother to clean it up?"

[Deer in the headlights look.]

"Do you not realize that I walked in to the bathroom and stepped in YOUR PEE. I have YOUR URINE on my foot? Do you not realize how absolutely disgusting that is? You're almost seven years old. If you can't make it in the toilet at seven, you need to sit down and pee like a girl. I will NEVER clean this up again. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You best be glad that you're about to leave for school because not only would you be cleaning this up on your hands and knees like I'm about to do... if I ever see this again, you will be scrubbing this bathroom floor WITH YOUR TOOTHBRUSH."


Boys.... bleh!


chksngr said...

yea...puddles...I get this too. And why do they not see the logical next action is cleaning it up? I'm baffled.

Alexis AKA MOM said...

OH girl you know how many times I have had this conversation!!! UGH

FREAKING pee and boys is making me nutty!

brandt! said...

hahaha ... and he is only 7 ..the deer in the head light look will never, evah go away!!!