So I had a disaster tonight - the kids were in the bath and suddenly the smoke alarm starts SCREAMING and I click - oh hell, the spuds have boiled dry and are burning!!
So I gallop out, rescue my pot off the element and dump the pot into the still full sink of dishwater, burning my arm and steaming up my glasses in the process.
I swear like a pirate, wet a tea towel and wrap my arm, ditching my glasses in the process, all the while there's a steady stream of chatter and giggles coming from the bathroom.
A bloody curdling scream comes from the bathroom 'LUCY POOED IN THE BATH!!!!'
I gallop in, sans glasses, and sure enough it's full of brown floaties.
I pull Lucy mths out of the bath, she screeches at the injustice of being pulled out of the bath, I wrap her in a towel and yell at Cam - GET OUT! THERE'S POO IN THERE!!!
He looks at me, smiles, picks a floaty up and pops it in his mouth, declaring 'mmmmmmm, delicious poo!!!'
I gag, yell some more, he laughs, Lucy screeches, I pull the plug, RIP him out of the bath and wrap him in a towel, gagging and heaving at the side of the bath. That's when I see the packet on the bathroom floor. Fredo Frog Chocolate buttons - the same buttons I bought him for being a good boy this afternoon, the same buttons that were floating in the bath.
So doesn't he just think he's HILARIOUS!! He was right chuffed at his HILARIOUS prank, Lucy was still struggling with the injustice of a short bath and I'm desperate for a smoke.
Mothering. If you don't laugh you'll cry.
