This morning was a real doosie.  I told the kids to go in a brush their teeth, and the same whines I get every day took place. “MOM!  The toothbrushes aren’t there!”  (Between Navy and Dash, those things walk off regularly!)  I told them to look until they find a toothbrush, and get brushing.
A few minutes later, Scout and Navy came running in and were going nuts over something that had just happened.
Scout said, “Mom, I finally found a toothbrush.  But then I had to go potty.  And in the middle of me going potty, I realized that the toothbrush was still in my hand, and I went potty all over it!”  He had mixed emotions of surprise and laughter, and was pantomiming the whole thing to me.
In the meantime, Navy came out, and was cracking up over what had happened.  And she basically retold the whole story with one extra detail.
She exclaimed, “MOM!!!! And it was YOUR toothbrush!”
Great.
But it doesn’t end there.
I told the kids to get right in there and get it for me.
But before they went anywhere, we all saw Dash come around the corner like a good boy…..brushing his teeth.
I ran and flicked it out of his mouth, as the other two were rolling on the ground in hysterics.
Nasty.
A real doosie.