Alice is four years old. Four and a half, really. Okay, technically, she is closer to five at this point, but not close enough to round up. All this is to say that she is toilet trained, and has been for a very long time. Which is why this little episode was such a surprise. Enjoy:
Alice: (hops on toilet) I have to pee! I don’t have pants or undies or anything to pee in, so I peed on the floor.
The Mama: (freezes) Really?
Alice: Yes, I peed on my rug. Let me show you.
(finishes up on the toilet, washes her hands, then escorts her still-shocked mother to her bedroom)
Alice: (pointing to the world’s smallest drop of urine) Don’t you see that little glitter? That’s my pee!
Kids really need to come with warning labels. Something like this:
I sometimes get irritated with myself because my sons will do something or exhibit a behavior I really would like to stop. But, I can’t help but laugh…
I hear you. Specifically with regard to nose-picking. So gross, but so silly…
Cheers, and thanks for visiting!
Ha ha ha bless her little glitter peeing self, too funny
Thanks, Boomiebol. She truly has no idea what a piece of work she is.
Cheers!
The Mama,
How you made me laugh. I think this WARNING sign should be given to fraternity kids in universities… The Kidling is superb.
Le Clown
Isn’t she, though? I love this goofball of mine.
Cheers!
Minus the smiling part, Le Clown. There is nothing about a frat kid doing any of the above that makes you smile.
An important clarification, Shannon. Good catch.
Shannon,
Our Canadian kids are tamer versions of your American decadent frat boys. And in all honesty, ours can’t pull this stuff in igloos. Everything freezes…
Le Clown
Yeah the first time I went to Canada there was a blizzard that started the moment I arrived. Kept me trapped indoors. I get that.
Ps. I went to university in Europe and what I saw there was worse than what I’ve seen here. In Rennes… woah.
Those damn igloos ruin all the fun.
Fortunately I have learned to read these posts after I have gone to the bathroom, or I fear the embarrassment I would cause myself. She and her mama are a daily gift of sunshine.
You are a wise woman, Mimi. I am shocked, though: I cannot do anything before I go to the bathroom in the morning. Are you saying you that isn’t the first thing on your list each morning? Impressive.
And thank you, as always, for your kind words. You are dear.
I was already up for hours – had been to the gym before I read the post. But truth be told I do go out with the dogs and turn on the coffee before I do anything in the morning…anything..:-)
You are an inspiration, Mimi.
Hardly…just an early riser
Hahaha – too funny!
Thanks! Silly little munchkin…
This sounds like a super power to me. Heck, if I could pee glitter, I’d be showing the entire world. Hilarious, Miss Alice.
I thought you COULD piss glitter, Cristy. How disappointing.
No, I piss liquid gold, Christine. Liquid gold.
That’s more like it. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.
Heehee. She’s really a fairy. Or a unicorn. One of those. I bet she would enjoy unicorn poop cookies (google it!).
Not to be competitive or anything–but I know you enjoy a good pissing contest (har, har)–MY daughter has been known to pee DELIBERATELY and PROFUSELY on the floor during time-outs. It has happened about five times.
Oh, she pisses me off!
Oh, you totally win this pissing contest. Or should I say you lose? Naughty little munchkin you have…
Yes! She is naughty! Never a dull moment!
But the naughtiness is so charming!
**sigh**
How we suffer for our offspring…
Grist for the mill!
And thank goodness for it, too. Right?!
Right! Though my little girl just told me NOT to post a picture of her colorful outfit today on FB. She doesn’t want all my friends to see it. Good thing I have another, younger, less-aware kiddo!
A little tiny drop is not so bad. One of my friends used to wake up late at night to find their son peeing against the wall – at it wasn’t a little drop. And it happened more than once. Thankfully I haven’t had any experience like this with MM.
Dear god, that sounds awful.
and not at – the new comment box kills me again.
It gets me at least once each day…
It’s particularly bad when it gets you on a long comment. “Oh no, three paragraphs gone! $%!#$#$%#$%%$^%^&^$”
Yes! That is when I get out the punctuation…
My 4 y/o nephew don’t just pee in his pants! He’s worse!
Uh oh! That boy’s poor parents… I guess they all learn eventually.
Cheers!
Yes, that is an excellent warning label and extremely applicable for my children too.
We really need to meet your kids. Or not. Maybe we are better off keeping them far, far apart…
They are sweet and well mannered, but full of bodily fluids.
As long as it sparkles, we are good.
You’re right–that is what’s important.