#5 is totally fascinated by toilet bowls. He loves to play in the water. Gross right?
Simple solution you say,
"Keep the bathroom door closed" and I do.
It gets worse. #4 is still toilet training and so there is no guarantee that the toilet it actually flushed. Okay, I shouldn't blame the toddler. He is actually obsessed with flushing toilets. He spits his toothpaste in the toilet just so he can flush. It's my 7 yo. How has he not learned this simple technique?
So I catch #5 in the toilet again. He'd crawled in my bathroom while I was blow drying my hair. I turn off the dryer, flip my hair back over, to see him splashing away, having a great ole' time.
I scoop him up, he throws his weight in an attempt to slither down my body and out of my arms.
Hands washed I walk him out the door. He reaches out, grabs the door with both hands and hangs on with a death grip. I am laughing hysterically as I try to pry his fingers off the door. He finally gives in, I plop him on the carpet and tell him to go play somewhere else.
He crawls off in a huff, and as he reaches for the bedroom door to make his dramatic exit he misses and ends up closing it on himself. Not one to give up, he crawls back in the same ticked off huff. I don't bother stopping him as I am curious as to his next act of defiance.
He reaches the tub, pulls himself up, grabs a bar of soap, its obvious he intends to eat it in some sort of protest. "It's icky" I warn. He bites it anyway, then looks at me with instant regret in his eyes.
I scoop him up again and let him rinse his mouth in the sink. He crawls off to play with significantly less drama, and I get to get dressed, again... darn Kegels! why didn't I do you?