That brings us to Saturday. I went out shopping with my mom and sisters. Apparently while I was gone, Cooper had been playing with one of Callan’s bottles. He came out from the bathroom and told the hubs and my bro-in-law (who were deeply engrossed in football) that he poured the pee in the potty. When hubs went in to asses the situation, the bottle was in the sink with pee remains in it. Coop peed in the bottle and poured it in the toilet. What the frick was going through his head? At least we know he’s a good aim for when I make him do that on our next road trip.
And now, I kid you not, as I was typing the previous paragraph, Cooper went in for his after nap potty and filled the toilet with what remained on the toilet paper roll.
Now, I admit the toilet is pretty fascinating. Swirl, swirl, swirl and then the contents magically disappear. But seriously, how do I put a stop to the toilet fascination when there is no way I can escort him to the bathroom every time? The plunger and toilet snake are working overtime and I’m pretty sure we’re creating some serious backup in our pipes. All while Cooper is in the bathroom having the time of his life.