Today I stuck my hand in the toilet to rescue Sullivan's droid (STAR WARS) after it took a suicidal plunge into the deepest depths of the boys toilet bowl.
Only the damn Droid determined that the best time to off himself, you know, to to drown his sorrows, (because he wasn't chosen first to man the death star by his boss Darth THE MAIN MAN Vader) was immediately after Sullivan had his first early morning urine release.
I didn't overreact at all as Sullivan stood there crying out in despair while wearing his pants down around his ankles over his now urine soaked headless* droid. (due to a prior mishap last week.)
I did the best thing I thought I could do,... I stuck my hand into that toilet and pulled out the droid.
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After all, whats the difference between sticking my hand into a urinated toilet versus being peed on by the same child back when he was a young tot? I don't see any difference.
And that my friends is one of the perks of being a mom, carrying underlying dedication for your childrens flavor of the month toys and not being afraid to pull them from the yellow waters.
Have a great day!
KELLY!!!! I LOVED THEM!! THEY ARRIVED!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
My Friend Kelly is the best!!