August 20, 2011
A STORY TO MAKE YOU FLUSH...ER, BLUSH.
I realised today, as I was fishing a toilet roll out my clogged (and freshly soiled – yuck!) toilet, that there are too many beautiful moments like these I have forgotten to share with the world via this blog: Little Harry's House.
A fascination many a mum is familiar with, is the temptation to hide household goodies in the toilet bowl – I should clarify I am referring to a child's fascination not a mother's, although I'm sure they exist too.
I have friends who have witnessed much worse in their bowls – toothbrushes, sandwiches, toys, and the...gasp...mobile phone!
It makes for an even better time – as I have experienced today – when those items are not found until post defecation when the toilet won't flush.
Goodbye baby boys, hello little men.
With his cheeky smile and his new taste for independence, comes his exploration of everything – not just toilets!
Although my mobile phone is yet to see the bottom of the toilet, it does get a good work out from those podgy little baby...er...boy, fingers.
What began as a convenient play toy, has turned into a device that he actually uses! Despite locking the keypad, Harry is capable of unlocking the phone, calling his friend's mother (and she wasn't even the last on the call list), and constantly bringing up video footage of him playing with one of his mates...and pressing play!
I had expected that one day Harry would understand technology better than me, but I thought I had a few more years!
He knows how to work the television better than Dan and I – he turns on subtitles, changes them to pink, and then when he has had enough, he turns the TV off and flicks the amp over to radio.
I had always maintained I would never be an out of touch mum, yet I fear this has already begun.
Being a mum can be a hard job, and whilst I am trying to approach it like past jobs - head down, bum up – it's an analogy that is hard to replicate when the job at hand is a clogged, soiled toilet.
There is a reason people approach toilets bum down, and not the other way around.
Poo-eee!
