This past Monday was Lisa's birthday, and as I mentioned in yesterday's blog, she had a great day. But I totally forgot that it ended on an unfortunate note.
It was almost time for the kids to go to bed. I asked the kids to listen to Mommy tonight and not give her a hard time because it was her birthday, and since she is slowly becoming an elderly woman, it is not a good idea to force unnecessary stress upon her. Emma and Andrew agreed.
But right before Lisa was going to brush Andrew's teeth, he made that undeniable face that said "I'm pooping my pants." Lisa whisked Andrew as quickly as a near-elderly woman could whisk, and sat him on the toilet. But it was too late. The Yogurtland dispenser already dispensed a trickle of chocolate frozen yogurt.
Lisa did not get upset at Andrew, but clearly got the point across to him that he needs to make sure he does his poop in the potty.
"Andrew, you're becoming such a big boy," Lisa said. "You should really try to sit on the potty when you need to go to the bathroom. Now you got your poopy all over your underwear and pajamas."
Emma overheard Lisa telling this to Andrew. Emma made an exasperated face and ran up to me.
"Oh no, Daddy! Andrew went poo-poo all over his pants," Emma reported. And with the appropriate hand gestures, she continued, "This is NOT a very good birthday for Mommy."
And if Emma was somehow able to incorporate the word "crap" into her sentence, then that totally would have brought a tear to my face.
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