One day not too long ago, I woke up to Miriam announcing that she'd wet the bed. I helped her out of her wet jammies and took her to the potty and helped her find some dry clothes and then asked the girls to go out to the kitchen to start getting breakfast things ready while I finished dealing with the wet bed problem.
They can do things like get bowls and spoons and choose cereal. All I have to do is pour their milk. And one of these days they will start doing that themselves. And it will be glorious.
On this particular day, however, they chose to have Pop Tarts. Not that what they chose to have for breakfast is relevant or important to the story. Suffice it to say they both dashed off to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Thirty seconds later, there was a tremendous crash and Miriam started screaming so I dropped what I was doing and rushed out to the kitchen to see what was the matter.
Michael was sitting at the table eating rice crispies—he said his mom had gotten up to get him breakfast and had gone back downstairs.
Rachel was standing by the cereal cupboard looking shocked and holding a box of Pop Tarts.
Miriam was lying on her back on the ground, screaming.
I picked Miriam up and was surprised to find out that she was...wet. I sniffed her. She was wet with urine.
Upon further inspection I found that there was a big puddle of pee directly in front of the kitchen sink and a trail of urine running from the sink, in front of the dishwasher, and past the oven.
Miriam was lying in front of the dishwasher—right in the middle of the trail.
Besides being wet on her back where she had landed, Miriam was otherwise dry. Both Michael and Rachel were dry and all three children vehemently proclaimed their innocence in the matter.
There was nothing left to do but mop up the mess, which was most definitely urine, and move on with the day.
It still baffles me a little but I think the answer will forever be that Nobody did it.
This might have been the first trick that Nobody has managed to pull off in our household but I'm sure it won't be the last.
They can do things like get bowls and spoons and choose cereal. All I have to do is pour their milk. And one of these days they will start doing that themselves. And it will be glorious.
On this particular day, however, they chose to have Pop Tarts. Not that what they chose to have for breakfast is relevant or important to the story. Suffice it to say they both dashed off to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Thirty seconds later, there was a tremendous crash and Miriam started screaming so I dropped what I was doing and rushed out to the kitchen to see what was the matter.
Michael was sitting at the table eating rice crispies—he said his mom had gotten up to get him breakfast and had gone back downstairs.
Rachel was standing by the cereal cupboard looking shocked and holding a box of Pop Tarts.
Miriam was lying on her back on the ground, screaming.
I picked Miriam up and was surprised to find out that she was...wet. I sniffed her. She was wet with urine.
Upon further inspection I found that there was a big puddle of pee directly in front of the kitchen sink and a trail of urine running from the sink, in front of the dishwasher, and past the oven.
Miriam was lying in front of the dishwasher—right in the middle of the trail.
Besides being wet on her back where she had landed, Miriam was otherwise dry. Both Michael and Rachel were dry and all three children vehemently proclaimed their innocence in the matter.
There was nothing left to do but mop up the mess, which was most definitely urine, and move on with the day.
It still baffles me a little but I think the answer will forever be that Nobody did it.
This might have been the first trick that Nobody has managed to pull off in our household but I'm sure it won't be the last.
Hmmm...a mystery indeed. We have many of those moments around here but the Nobodys are getting better at coming out...
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