You Know Where This Came From

In order to fully appreciate this story, you will need a little background information.

We are still at my parent's farm in IL. Yesterday at lunch T (22 mo.) spilled some water and he and L (4) were slurping it up off the counter (in lieu of using a towel, I suppose). They thought this was great fun, but eventually I took the water away when they were intentionally dumping it out so they could "vacuum" it up with their mouths and the "mess" was getting too large for my taste.

Later that afternoon we went swimming. (Did I mention that we're having a great time?!) Afterwards, I put shorts on T, but no diaper. He is almost ready to go with underwear all the time, and I chose to leave him bare this time because he needed a little airing out and I knew I would take him to the bathroom immediately following dinner. Well, dinner was delayed with all the swimming and such. The big kids were toweling off and changing into clothes and T and I were in the kitchen.

I was quite involved with making dinner: pureeing veggies, cooking things, you know the deal. T had been keeping busy with various things and I was keeping general watch on him.

The first thing that pricked my attention and interrupted my cooking was that he was slurping water off the floor. He's my fourth child; for better or for worse I let him do things like this occasionally. Then I noticed that it seemed like quite a bit of water (too large for my taste, remember?). Then I wondered where all this water came from; I didn't remember him having a drink recently. Then I stopped making dinner and my mouth dropped.

T was on his belly, on the floor, slurping. As I picked him up he began repeating, "Pee-pee. Pee-pee."

Oh, my goodness. Yes, that is what happened.