Monday, April 9, 2012

A Truly Disgusting Tale of Little Boys

I am hesitant to share this story because I'm a little embarrassed and grossed out that it actually happened. Add to that, that it happened it my home with my kids and I shutter. However, having been encouraged time and again by funny and somewhat disgusting stories by other moms, especially my college friend, Jen, I decided I would post it. Hopefully, others not involved in the incident will get a laugh at our expense. Pete and I already decided it will be a story the boys will tell once for years to come.

It all starts with this kid, who is more curious than the cat--you know, the one that curiosity killed--or than that favorite little monkey, George. Will is into everything these days. EVERYTHING. If he can get his hands on it, he thinks he should explore it. He's claimed his older brothers' water bottles as his own on numerous occasions.

Last night we come home from church, Jon and Sam help Pete collect the trash and take it out. (I use the term help loosely, but hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?) Then, since we got home a little earlier than usual, the boys asked to play a computer game for 15 minutes before bedtime. We agreed, but told them that they needed to be done at 8 o'clock without any arguing. Jon had to go to the bathroom and really didn't want to waste any of his game playing time, so he ran off to the bathroom and was back in a flash.

Pete and I settled onto the couch while Will roamed around bringing us various items he had discovered. He brings me a ducky. He brings me a book. He brings me a empty cup and has a wet shirt. He shows me the cup and says, "No, no!" while shaking his head. At this point, the cup is empty, so I just shake my head and let it go. He walks off with the cup. Next thing I know, I hear choking. I decide to investigate. As I round the corner I see a sight no mother wants to see, my son scooping water out of the toilet and drinking it. As I get closer, I realize its worse that I thought. Jon, in his rush, had not flushed the toilet. Will was drinking pee water--YUCK, YUCK, YUCK. I wish that I could say that the next few moments were handled with grace and mercy, but since I have talked with Jon repeatedly about leaving the toilet open and had just found my 16 month old drinking urine, I was far from graceful. To deal with the physical mess, I'm so thankful Pete was home. I snatched Will up and quickly stripped him down and cleaned him up and got him something sanitary to drink. While I did that, Pete took charge and got Jon to help clean up the mess in the bathroom. Apparently he was less than gracious with Jon initially as well, because by the time everything was said and done, both Pete and I were asking Jon to forgive us for being so angry. The upside of this story is that Jon hasn't left the toilet lid open once today. And Will seems to be fine. His lack of skill with non-sippy-cups probably came in handy this time.

So there you have it, my gross boys living up to their name! I've heard the tales of kids playing with their poop and thankfully never actually experienced it with my own children, but I have had one of my children drink pee. *shudder* Yuck.


Shawna said...

Ew, ew, ewwww!! Boys are so gross! Haha...although I have to say that I initially imagined it to be even worse, oh yes, my mind went straight to poo... I used to babysit and I could tell you a few gross tales of my own!

Heather said...

Shawna, I did console myself with that thought, "at least it was only pee and not more!"

beckerwoman1 said...

I think Ghandi drank his own pee during his hunger fasts. Maybe you're raising a freedom fighter.

Jen said...