So I thought to use the toilet. I know, I have a 3yo and should know better. I hear little foot steps walking all around the house, “mama. Mama. Mama.” I call to her from the restroom, “I’ll be out in a minute.” I should’ve known it was already too late. I hear her approach the bathroom saying, “I sah- wee mama. I veh-wee sah-wee.” She comes into the bathroom: she looked just like a naked smurf.
“WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!” That’s when I noticed the blue foot prints leading into the bathroom. “DONT TOUCH ANYTHING!”
I finish in the restroom, pick her up and stick her in the bathtub, and follow the foot prints to their origin- which wasn’t easy because she walked ALL OVER THE HOUSE.
I realized that the beginnings of this disaster was in my room. “Oh no please God…” I pleaded but it was useless – I already knew.
At least it was in my favorite color. And I always wanted to practice cussing to myself for 3 hours hunched over a carpet cleaner covered in paint.
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