The other day Link brought home two plastic vials from school. At the time he brought them home one was filled with blue sand and the other was filled with multi-colored gravel. I’m still not clear on how he acquired them except that they were give-aways as part of a class party. I’m also not clear on what happened to the sand and gravel because after that first appearance they’ve been filled with a variety of other things. Link has carried them around in his pockets and filled them with what ever struck his fancy. They’ve been filled with water, soap, beads, and slips of paper at various times. This morning at breakfast I saw him carefully filling one with milk from his bowl of cheerios. (He used a medicine dropper.)
This evening I entered the kitchen to check on Link’s homework status. He was all finished and had run downstairs to play. I picked up the papers to put in his homework folder and my eyes fell on one of the vials. It was filled with pale yellow liquid. My brain stuttered trying to find something, besides the obvious, that this liquid could be. I left the vial sitting on the table and called down stairs to ask Link what was in the vial. His grin told me all I needed to know. He was very pleased with himself for collecting his own urine sample.
I required him to empty and wash the vial. He did, pleased with himself for grossing out his mom.
Oh ewwwwwwwww! That manages to be cute and hilarious and disgusting all at once.
Oh ewwwwwwwww! That manages to be cute and hilarious and disgusting all at once.
That’s my boy! W00t!
That’s my boy! W00t!
I did that as a tyke as well. It had something to do with wondering what would be left after evaporation…
I did that as a tyke as well. It had something to do with wondering what would be left after evaporation…
*Chuckle* You do have to wonder what goes on in a child’s brain sometimes.
Or MY brain for that matter.
*Chuckle* You do have to wonder what goes on in a child’s brain sometimes.
Or MY brain for that matter.
My feelings exactly.
My feelings exactly.
Yes. Yes he is.
Yes. Yes he is.
I can imagine you making a new family rule, “No collecting bodily fluids!”
(and then thinking, ‘I never thought I would ever have to make a rule like that!’)
I’ve actually caught myself yelling, “NO SHARING!”
(because it was causing trouble…but, I never thought I would ever yell something like that!)
I can imagine you making a new family rule, “No collecting bodily fluids!”
(and then thinking, ‘I never thought I would ever have to make a rule like that!’)
I’ve actually caught myself yelling, “NO SHARING!”
(because it was causing trouble…but, I never thought I would ever yell something like that!)
Oh dear. *laughs*
Making rules we never thought we’d make….
my latest?
We wipe only our own butts when finished on the toilet.
Oh dear. *laughs*
Making rules we never thought we’d make….
my latest?
We wipe only our own butts when finished on the toilet.
At least he takes pride in his work. That’s something, right?
At least you were able to form a sentence. I would have just turned around and gone to read a book, praying that whatever I’d read would wipe my new knowledge from my brain.
At least he takes pride in his work. That’s something, right?
At least you were able to form a sentence. I would have just turned around and gone to read a book, praying that whatever I’d read would wipe my new knowledge from my brain.
Hey, at least he understands that urine goes better in vials than, say, on the floor, or in one’s pants, or in vessels normally used for drinking.
Hey, at least he understands that urine goes better in vials than, say, on the floor, or in one’s pants, or in vessels normally used for drinking.