November 12, 2019
Yesterday was a banner day in the Yeomans household. We are in the process of potty training our youngest. And as one might expect, there are some good days while others can be rough.
Yesterday fell into the rough category.
I was home with the kids while Matti was at work when things went sideways. The kids were charged with helping to pick up around the house when things devolved into a fight. And the punishment for beating on each other was a trip to their bedroom to think about what they had done and, hopefully, apologize to each other.
Let’s just say that neither of those things happened during their few short minutes alone. Instead, they screamed at the top of their lungs to let me know that their time away was completely unjust.
As I walked into their room I realized that screaming wasn’t the only thing that my son had done in protest. He also decided to soak his underwear in urine before removing them and spraying all over his floor.
And I found about the spray the hard way!
As I entered the room, I stepped into a massive puddle that totally saturated my sock. Quickly jumping out of the puddle only added to the adventure as the dry sock landed in another golden, wet spot.
Needless to say, this was far from what I was expecting, but neither was the reaction I got from my little man. He was sitting on his bed with nothing but a shirt on as I began questioning him about the puddles. I thought there would be a denial followed by admittance and then an apology. But that isn’t what happened at all.
His stone-faced expression turned into a giant grin as I asked him about what had happened. He sat quietly as I got through all of my questions before he delivered his masterful, two-word reply.
The most interesting part is that he wasn’t at all worried about the consequences of his actions. He was just thrilled that he was able to get back at me for putting him in his room by soaking my socks.