Yesterday while the kids were having quiet time in their room, I decided to work out.
I somehow made it through my entire workout without hearing any screaming, fighting, crying, or loud banging.
“Wow! I could get used to this!,” I thought. “I hope this is the new norm for quiet time!”
Since the kids had done so good, I decided to let Trenton and Charlotte come out of quiet time early.
Charlotte heard me coming and met me at the top of the stairs with wet spots on the knee of her pants and the back of her shirt.
I walked into the kids room, and Trenton had changed out of the clothes that he had been wearing and into a pair of shorts.
“What’s going on? Why is Charlotte wet, and why are you in different clothes? What have you and Charlotte been doing up here?”
“We’re having a washing party! See how clean our toys are?”
Trenton and Charlotte proudly show me wet stuffed animals and some “washed” doll clothes.
“And just how did you wash these?”
I looked back toward the bathroom to the drips of water on the floor just as Trenton told me.
“We used the potty as the bathtub!”
Oh my gosh! How can my kids think that it’s okay to play in toilet water? I don’t recall ever explicitly telling them NOT to play in toilet water. I guess I thought it was just kind of a given. Guess I thought wrong!