One rule in our house is that if you have a penis, you put the toilet seat down when you're done. After I was married, it didn't take me long to make this rule b/c I was sick and tired of stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night only to sit down and realize that the toilet seat was left up and I was sitting on God knows what. Jack is very good about doing it, which I really appreciate. I don't do it to nag. I do it b/c that's high on my list of things that I don't handle well.
When Jack Jr was potty training, I made sure to instill the value of putting the seat down. His wife will thank me one day. Or so I thought.
The past few mornings when we leave for school/work, I've noticed the toilet seat is up in the downstairs bathroom. Because I didn't know who the culprit is, I couldn't say anything. I didn't know if it was Jack using it before he left for work, or Jack Jr using it when he came downstairs in the morning. Well, this morning I finally found the responsible party: Jack Jr.
This morning when I was walking out the door, I noticed the seat was up yet again. Cheeks was holding the door open for me so I could walk outside. Jack Jr was already out there. So I tell him to go back in and put the seat down. His response? "I have to do everything.". Sure thing, kid.
That's not even the best part. When he came out, he was all huffy and proceeded to ask (in that smart ass snarling voice that parents hate): "Why can't you or Cheeks do it?".
I srsly was dumbfounded for about 2 seconds. Then I dragged him back into the garage and had a "I'm the mom and I'm always effing right" talk w/ him.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Boys and the Toilet Seat
at 8:08 AM
Labels: Boys Will Be Boys, Excuse Me?, Jack Jr
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It's the same whether they're little or grown. *sigh* Then again...do they ever actually grow up?
LOL!! I love it when they don't get that they and only they are the ones that put it up, not you.
Living in the house of testosterone, I made that rule VERY early on. Of course, my youngest then decided it would be easier to never raise the seat than to remember to put it down afterward. *headdesk*
Thankfully, having an older brother who is unafraid to beat you up has to be good for something. That was one time I let him get away with it, LOL. Needless to say, I refuse to use their bathroom, although I thank the lord for the day I deemed them old enough to clean their own bathroom.
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