Suppose you decide you deserve a little afternoon rest, put on a movie for the chillins to zone out to, then lay down on the couch.
Suppose your newly potty-trained almost-3yo says, “Mama – I need to go potty.”
You say, “Then GO!”
Suppose when you’re lying on the couch for a little afternoon rest, you zone out into an almost sleep thinking you’re grateful the girls are being quiet and content.
Suppose after a few too many minutes, you realize your newly potty-trained almost-3yo hasn’t returned from the potty.
That’s when you realize your newly potty-trained almost-3yo has a penchant for doing odd things at odd times and may be exploring her new bathroom domain.
At that time, you send your 4 1/2-yo to check on your newly potty-trained almost-3yo
because you can’t seem to get your fat ass off of the couch to check on your newly potty-trained almost-3yo.
Suppose that shortly after you send your 4 1/2-yo to check on your newly potty-trained almost-3yo, they return to show you the electric toothbrush that has been on bathroom counter completely out of reach unless one of the said chillins has climbed onto the sink counter.
And suppose that electric toothbrush had been, in the past, possibly used to ‘clean’ the potty* by the 4 1/2-yo and newly potty-trained almost-3yo.
And now suppose the 4 1/2-yo and the newly potty-trained almost-3yo claim they were brushing their teeth.
What to do.
What. To. Do.
*I, too, wonder why that electric toothbrush has remained on bathroom counter completely out of reach unless one of the said chillins has climbed onto the sink counter.
A mark of true laziness.