Rosie's in the toilet. Again.
She's splashing in the water and feeding gobs of toilet paper into it, then putting the wet stuff on the floor.
She's getting her own drink with a cup (clever girl!) out of the toilet bowl.
She's brushing her teeth with her big brother's toothbrush...using the yellow water.
She's waving around the gross toilet-cleaning brush since I'm holding the lid down with my foot while I brush my own teeth.
Sigh. I meant well. I didn't mean for my toddler to scrub her teeth with urine.
It could be that I should be more diligent in knowing The Little One's whereabouts at every moment. But I'm paying attention to other things--other small people, other chores, or ...yes.... my smart phone. It could be I should have more precautionary gadgets in the house for this. I have a baby gate across the stairs, but somebody forgets to shut it. I could put a lock on the toilet, but then somebody else is likely to pee his pants.
So, I try to keep the doors shut. I try to keep the gate shut. I remind people to flush, and do extra flushing myself. And when there's silence, the first thing I do is shout, "Where's Rosie?" and go to the bathrooms.
I mean well. She's fed; she's loved; she's ok. Even if she's in the toilet sometimes.
