Punky went into the bathroom and filled up her sand pail with water from the tub. Luckily I caught her before my bathroom turned into the ocean.
Meanwhile, Chicken was playing happily in the toilet.
Punky cried some more, then informed me her gum was hurting. She's got her next to last molar coming in. Drug her with Motrin.
Chicken cried some more.
Allowed them to watch TV while I'm cleaning for impending birth and notice Punky has no diaper on and Chicken is playing with it.
There's green stuff on it.
Punky's bare butt is on my couch and I discipline her and send her to the bathroom, asking her if she poo pooed.
She looks guilty.
Where is it I ask her?
In the living room, she replies.
Turd in floor in front of couch, luckily quite solid.
Just caught Chicken in the toilet again now that he's mastered opening doors.
Although today is Monday, I refuse to let Murphy win. I have things to accomplish this week before this baby comes and I can't slow down. Contractions are every 10 minutes for the last 2 days, btw. I'm hoping this is the start of something.