Potty

The Muralist had a Birthday party on Saturday and on Friday I was rushing to finish all my last minute shopping. It was one of those days where I just felt pressured. I did have one moment of genuine humor though. I heard a toilet flush and my two toilet using children were otherwise occupied. Divesting myself of laundry, I walked into the bathroom in time to see the baby flush again. She stood, one had gripped in the dog's ruff, the other on the potty lever. They both watched the water swirl and gurgle away with the same look of amazement on their faces.

I herded them both out of the bathroom but had to stop and just chuckle for a minute at the memory of their rapt expressions.