My youngest son has sure been growing up and developing lately. Some of the things that he's learned are pretty cute, such as promptly throwing his dirty diaper away in the garbage and then clapping excitedly for himself.
He's also discovering that his older brother and sister are actually pretty fun to play with and many times I'll hear them all laughing hysterically in the next room. I have even taught him how to dust. He's not really great at it, but at least he's trying.
But there are some bad habits that he's acquired. For instance, for some reason he has taken up the paganistic ritual of idol worshiping and his God of choice is, of course, the toilet. He sacrifices many things to the Toilet God. (How a Toilet God would be beneficial to a one year old is a mystery to me.) I have found many victims in the porcelain bowl, such as, toy mermaids, blocks, cars, even a stuffed teddy bear--this one he decided to rescue at the last minute and was hugging the dripping bear around the house. He has even thrown in our cordless phone, which I might add, is the second phone that we have lost to the toilet, the first being tossed in by Roman when he was about that age. Toilets and phones are enemies I'm learning.
Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like we encourage this kind of behavior. We don't have flashing neons arrows pointing towards the bathroom. I have seen him run to the bathroom with the nearest object in hand as soon as Brooklyn has come out of the bathroom. Nobody told him the door was open, I just think this kind of knowledge is built internally in the little squirt.
But alas, this too shall pass. In the mean time, I guess we'll just stock up on phones, try to keep the toilet as clean as possible, and try to keep him as busy as possible with a duster in hand.
Until, that, too, becomes the next victim.
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