Personally, I think our toilet has had it out for Cade for awhile and it finally socked Cade a good-'un.
Let me tell you the story of how the toilet beat Cade....literally. Let me warn you, this is not a terribly exciting story. But I must document, for posterity's sake, what happens when YOU DON'T LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER! Okay, ahem, now that I've got that out of my system...
One night, while taking a bath, the kids drenched the floor. Again. Like they always do. Drenched. Soaked. Wetter than the Mississippi. They do this by taking turns getting out of the bathtub, then streaking through the house naked and running back to the bathtub full force. I think they get some kind of thrill out of it. Is this indicative of future events? Oh, I hope not. Anyway, after the, oh, HUNDRETH time of telling them to stay in the bathtub (I just want them good and clean, sheesh!) I finally grab Cade on his return streaking trip and tell him we are putting jammies on now. No more bathtub. He breaks free of my grasp and goes running into the swampy bathroom, when "Crack! Thump! Squeeeeeeeeeel!"
He slipped right into the toilet and got quite the little shiner. These pics aren't the greatest and they don't do the bruise justice. It swelled right up. Anyway, of course, I didn't want Cade to get hurt. I spend most of my day trying to prevent my kids from injuring themselves or each other, both physically and emotionally. It makes my heart very sad when my kids get hurt. But I will say this, Cade hasn't gone streaking since and it's been a couple of weeks since this happened. Life is all about learning, and sometimes we have to learn the hard way.
Let me tell you the story of how the toilet beat Cade....literally. Let me warn you, this is not a terribly exciting story. But I must document, for posterity's sake, what happens when YOU DON'T LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER! Okay, ahem, now that I've got that out of my system...
One night, while taking a bath, the kids drenched the floor. Again. Like they always do. Drenched. Soaked. Wetter than the Mississippi. They do this by taking turns getting out of the bathtub, then streaking through the house naked and running back to the bathtub full force. I think they get some kind of thrill out of it. Is this indicative of future events? Oh, I hope not. Anyway, after the, oh, HUNDRETH time of telling them to stay in the bathtub (I just want them good and clean, sheesh!) I finally grab Cade on his return streaking trip and tell him we are putting jammies on now. No more bathtub. He breaks free of my grasp and goes running into the swampy bathroom, when "Crack! Thump! Squeeeeeeeeeel!"
He slipped right into the toilet and got quite the little shiner. These pics aren't the greatest and they don't do the bruise justice. It swelled right up. Anyway, of course, I didn't want Cade to get hurt. I spend most of my day trying to prevent my kids from injuring themselves or each other, both physically and emotionally. It makes my heart very sad when my kids get hurt. But I will say this, Cade hasn't gone streaking since and it's been a couple of weeks since this happened. Life is all about learning, and sometimes we have to learn the hard way.
8 comments:
Ooh, poor kid! That's so sad! That's quite the shiner!!!
Thanks for the fun story!
Sorry about the shiner...but hallelujah that he learned his lesson!
Ouch poor kid. Do they really learn? I'm still wondering if breck will ever learn. He almost broke his nose last night. : )
My kids flood that bathroom all the time and it's no fun when you've got carpet in the bathroom. Gross.
HAHAHAHA
That is a beautiful shiner!!
Indeed. You are wise my friend.
Oh the bitter sweet victory when kids realize that Mother really does know best.
They always gotta learn the hardway, glad he didn't pop it open and have to get any stitches.
Oh man that looks like it hurts, poor guy. I guess they have to learn the hard way... :(
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