Tuesday, July 22, 2008

That's not a halo

I think I have mentioned that David is potty training. Well, this morning, he added physical training by curling his potty seat, while keeping with his long tradition of rubbing disgusting things in his hair. I hope being a 'pot head' is a short lived phase that he will grow out of soon.

As it turned out, David had donned this porcelain halo to indicate he needed 'to go'. Angie got a little too excited after a successful P-run and asked David if he wanted to try big boy underwear without a diaper, an idea David loved. That is, of course, until five minutes later when Angie walked in to find David trying to turn our sofa into a 'water' bed. Mama knows best, huh? Yeah. My ass.

I came home from work to the smell of burnt food, normally an indication that Angie has tried cooking again. She had, actually, and the food was not burnt. The food was sugar filled pancakes, topped with chocolate and powdered sugar, to be washed down by what else other than good old Kool-Aid. And this was dinner.

I was completely baffled. Had Angie lost her mind? I mean, surely the signs have been there for years, but had the inevitable 'snap' finally come? Just then, Angie shoved David in my arms, informed me that he was 'poopy', and reminded me that I was babysitting while she went to the movies with Peter. I started to say 'thanks' but she was already out the door.

As the door slammed, I stared at stinky Dave. He was visibly shaking and obviously on a total sugar high. I realized at that point that I was still clutching the mail I had picked up on my way in the door. One of the envelopes was actually addressed to David, so I gave it to him. I immediately realized that he needs a little more exposure to our postal deliveries. He snatched the letter, crammed it into his mouth and started to rip it apart like a wild dog would. At least I know what to do with those pesky 'final notice' letters.
[David was on cloud sugar, so he was shaking too hard for Ladder Talk]

1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I saw that movie with Mama.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I almost tipped into the bathtub.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: When I go tomorrow to Grams & Opa's.

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