First off, look at the cute picture of my handsome son who informed me that he was wearing all of his shoes to the BBQ we were attending on Sunday. AH How Cute!!
Now for the story that fits the title. Friends of our from church invited us over for a little BBQ last Sunday around 4 o'clock. They live in a pretty big house in some nice neighborhood in Lake Orion. They have a great BIG back yard and they had a volleyball net set up and a slip-n-slide for the kids to play with. Needless to say, the afternoon was great, good food, good friends, funny converstation, until..............Tyson was dressed after playing in the water. He and the other kids were watching a cartoon in one room while the mommas were chatting in the other and the dads were playing badmitten outside. Tyson came up to me and said, "Mom, my bottom is wet." I just figured he must have set on some other kid's wet towel. I took him into the bathroom and WHOA!! The poor kid had "filled his shorts." He was so embarrassed. (I have to put in that he is almost potty trained and hasn't had an accident since May) He started to cry as we took off the shorts and soiled underware.
I put them in the toilet to wash them out, but Tyson needed attending to. SO.......to make a long story short, I was cleaning him up and putting the tissue in the toilet, he saw the dirty tissue in the toilet and FLUSHED IT, toilet paper and dirty underware and all. I dove to snatch the underware before it went down into the depths of the sewer, but my reflexes aren't as good as they once was. HA HA HA I wanted to die. I flushed the toilet again just to make sure it would flush again and thankgoodness it did. I finished cleaning up Tyson and the bathroom and came out wondering what the heck I was going to tell Bethany. (I have only known here for about 3 months) Being pregnant, I was close to tears as I relayed the story to her and the other ladies and to my surprise she laughed. She said, "Oh I am sure that is the most mild thing that has gone down our toilets. I have 4 kids and they have flushed numerous things down it and it still works." I was relieved, embarrassed, but releived. I then had to get Vaughn, because Tyson needed to go home, he didn't like not having any underware on under his shorts. So then I had to relay the story yet again and George, the guy whose house we were at, laughed too. He is the type to be very scarcastic and I knew I was going to hear it. He held back, thankfully, I think I would have cried if he didn't and I think he knew that. I am sure he will hit me with it at church this week. ARG!!!! Why do these things happen to me????