Sometimes things happen with your kids that are so awful, so embarrassing that you hope with all your might no one finds out. These things, were they happening to anyone else, would potentially make you tinkle a little from laughing so hard.
But when it's you, there's only bad parenting shame. So without question the only logical course of action is to post about it on your blog. I'm sacrificing my own good mothering name to entertain you. Without further ado, I bring you:
Let's say, hypothetically of course, that you're getting Pie...I mean your anonymous kid...ready for a bath. You strip them down so they can enjoy a little naked time while you run the water. All is going well. Little bums are shaking happily. Cabinets are being explored.
And then it happens. You turn your back to check the water temp. It's only for a second, but you hear a shriek, a thump, and the saddest crying ever. What happened? What's wrong? How did that water get on the floor?
You know where I'm going with this don't you. Yup, in a horrifying flash you realize that's not water. That's not water at all! Oh dear god...it's tinkle. Your poor child has tinkled on the floor, slipped in it, and fallen. Yeah...you'd feel good about that wouldn't you.
We did a dramatic reenactment last night for those of you who are visual learners...
First there was tinkle.
Then there was falling in the tinkle.
Important Note: No bumpers or tinkle (well tinkle substitute in the form of yellow tissue paper) were harmed in the documenting of this incident.
