January 26, 2012
I'm typically not one for double blogging but this story was worthy of a 2nd post. My best friend, Katie, makes us dinner once a week. (How she manages to pull this off with 4 of her own children is truly beyond my level of comprehension) Anyways, She lives over an hour away but her husband works here in San Jose. Typically, he drops off a meal and the following week I return tupperware, supplies, etc. This week she made us a very delicious Chicken Tortilla Soup in the crock pot. Tonight after dinner, I put the base of the crockpot on the stairs while I soaked the inside piece (I'm sure these things have some technical name but this is clearly above me as well). Joe and I were sitting at the dinner table finishing a conversation when we heard what sounded like rain on a tin roof. I walked around the corner to find Ryder with his pants around his ankles and he was peeing in the crockpot. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants (not the crockpot). Joe and I both took a minute to compose ourselves to go back and discipline him. First attempt, Joe gets 1/2 way through the conversation and starts busting up. I step in and start explaining to Ryder and continue laughing... before I know it all three of us are on the floor laughing.
Logically, I know that I probably just encouraged him to start peeing in all sorts of things but seriously, how do you talk to a kid about not peeing in a crockpot without laughing? Tonight was one of those nights that I can't help but LOVE having a son! He seriously is the FUNNIEST kid I know and even peeing in a crockpot, I couldn't be more proud.
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