Nothing good ever happens when I’m brushing my teeth.
I really should brush them in the center of the living room,
or better yet, while tiptoeing behind my children so I can stop them before they rapidly take things apart.
The sound of running water must make them giddy. I’m out of view and my supermom hearing is dulled, their cue to destroy.
But since I never learn my lesson, I did it again.
I brushed my teeth.
And when I was done, there was this:
Really not too bad on the disaster scale in our house but a mess as usual. I called for the kids and was pleasantly surprised as I followed the trail of toilet paper.
At the end of it was my son who actually decided to use the potty instead of the floor. (no potty picture, your welcome)
Turns out there was no toilet paper in the basement.
Why bother to get a new roll when you can start unrolling from the main floor bathroom and walk with it until you reach the potty of your choice?
When do your kids cause the most trouble? Is there something you do that gives them the green light to do things they are not supposed to?
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