A "Brief" California Interruption ...

I've kept telling myself that Joshua is potty-trained. Sure, he wears a pull-up but that's just because I'm lazy. We have twenty pairs of underwear ... sporting all different sorts of Thomas the Train engines. Who wouldn't want to wear those? Sometimes the pull-up is wet ... but that's rare. However, he NEVER tells me he has to go potty. I just remember for him.

So ... I figured it's time to get with the times. BUST out the real undies. All day ... all the time. All was going well until yesterday afternoon. Joshua waddles over to me and says, "I went potty." Normally ... this means he went a little and we can still make it to the bathroom before anything gets soaked. But his waddling made me look up. I glanced in the direction of the fridge ... to see a LAKE. Not a puddle ... an all out LAKE.

In my mostly calm voice, I tried to explain that he can stop the flow. (At least I'm assuming that's how the plumbing works??) WE GO POTTY ON THE TOILET. Not in our pants. Not on the floor. Okay?

He looked right back and me and said, "Mom. Stop for a minute and take a deep breath."
And in other news ... after screaming "Mommy! Rescue me. Save me!" I ran upstairs to see this. Joshua turns to me and yells, "Mom. This is not safe!" REALLY? Would it be silly for me to ask him THEN WHY ARE YOU UP THERE, ON THE CAR, ON THE TABLE? Of course it would ... because he's a boy ... and I'm slowly learning ... this is what boys do!!