Diluted Weewee

Several of you have been after me to write a new post....well boy have I got a story for you!

This weekend we were all headed to Target for some shopping, Michael got the kids loaded in the car while I locked up the apartment. As I got in the car I saw him spitting out some water, he quickly asked "how long has that water been in here?" As soon as I saw the bottle he was asking about I started laughing so hard that I had tears streaming down my face. I could not get the words out to explain to him what had happened. Part of me felt horrible for what I was going to explain to him, part of me was a little scared about his reaction, and part of me wanted to stop laughing so I could show proper remorse. Well as all of these parts of me waged inside I was pointing at Micah and trying to explain. Finally I got the words out "Micah peed in that bottle."

You see the previous day he had been desperate for the potty and that was my solution. (yes I am that kind of mom, sorry to disappoint you) Obviously I should have disposed of said bottle at the earliest convenience but to be honest when unloading the car bottles with pee in them are not at the top of my list. Diaper bag, baby, groceries, and other things are much much higher on that list!

Oh and you know how I said that part of me was a little scared at what his reaction might be...well I have such a wonderful sweet hubby that after he finished giving me a couple of annoyed looks over how much I was laughing he actually said "It really didn't taste all that bad."

Hubby says,"Thank God it was watered down!"