The Story About the Ring
January 20, 2010 by Lisa Beth
The other night, I was bathing both kids in the tub, one of our favorite times of the night. A favorite time for me, because it means bedtime is nearing, and a favorite time for the kids because they love playing in the tub. Wyatt loves dumping every toy imaginable in the water, and Brooklyn loves to drink the bath water (don’t all kids do this? Yuck.) Here’s a fun time – shoes in the tub!
This picture, I believe is from the actual night “the story about the ring” took place.
ANYWAY, I was bathing the kids so I took off my rings (engagement and wedding band) and put them on the bathroom counter. WAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY back behind the sink where they wouldn’t get knocked off by accident. I’m just telling ya- WAAAAAAYYYYYYY back there. So it’s been a little while and Brooklyn looks like she’s getting a chilly so I get her out of the tub and dry her off and take her back to her room to get PJs on. From Brooke’s room, I hear Mom! I have to go POTTY! So I leave Brooklyn in her room to go help the boy get out of the tub. Once out of the tub and dried off he announces that it’s poop, not pee. Awesome.
So he sits on the toilet and this means everyone else must leave. They must leave immediately and not come back. Until it’s time to wipe his butt, that is. So I leave and go finish dressing poor little cold Brooke. Just as I finish getting the little munchkin dressed, I hear Wyatt yelling from the bathroom. Although this time, it was not his usual Mom! Come wipe my butt! (Yes – this is how I’m called after pooping. I feel so special) No, this time I heard Mom! You’re ring’s in the toilet!
Really?
Yep.
I get into the bathroom and there stands naked Wyatt in front of the toilet peering in at his poop. And my ring is sitting on top of the poop.
Really?
Yep.
The first thing out of my mouth was Well, reach in and get it! Wyatt looked at me, horrified, and responded But I’ll get poop on my hands! To which I promptly replied Well, you should have thought about that before you PUT MY RING IN THE TOILET! I know, cliche, right?
Sigh.
No, I didn’t make him get it out with his hands. I fished it out with a pencil, which was promptly thrown away. While I ran to fetch the pencil, Wyatt screamed after me I WON’T FLUSH YOUR RING MOM! I know he was probably just fiddling with the ring while he was sitting there and it dropped in, but still – my ring was sitting on top on poop. Shudder. The ring sat in disinfectant for two days.
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