Send Her the Bill
A hush fell over my home, and I heard the muffled stream of rushing water. I went to the bathroom door, I was in a panic knowing already what I would find when I opened it. I pushed the door open and discovered my half naked toddler standing on the stool in front of the sink. Water rushing. Water pooled on the counter. Her hands stretched out over head holding the bottle of hand soap upside down.
Arghh…. actually the damage isn’t too bad… but, she should quit while she’s ahead.
My toddler then turned to me and I noticed a dark smear on her cheeks and mouth.
“Josie, what is on your face?” What on earth could she have gotten into? God, please tell me she didn’t get into something bad. What if that’s poop on her face? Would she do that?
“I weah yo’ah make-up!”
Yikes–that is a scaring feeling when opening the bathroom door.
We put a kid-proof knob on the Mrs.’ bathroom door. Our littlest one treated mom’s make-up and stuff area as his personel art studio one too many times.
lol it could have been bad but thats a cute story for her when she is older!