Colin has a...shall we say, gastro-intestinal problem. I don't know if problem is the right word, but let's just say...the boy can poop. Big. And fart. Loud. And smelly. And on command.
Although if I am being honest and if I was a little boy, I'd actually be impressed by his farting abilities.
Here are just a few things that have happened in the past few days in this area.
1.) Staying at the hotel for Jill's wedding, Joe's cousin who was nice enough to come watch the boys, reported to me at about 12:45am after the wedding/before the pre-party that Colin had just, um, relieved himself in the bathroom and he suggested that she not flush because he was worried it would flood. This was the second time that day Colin had made that statement. Thank goodness, we both took a flushing risk and didn't have to become acquainted with hotel maintenance.
2.) Last night, Colin beckoned excitedly to Aidan from the bathroom. Why? Because a popcorn kernel "somehow" landed in the toilet after Colin did his business. Aidan was riveted. Me? I think I threw up in my mouth.
3.) Tonight, Aidan came running to me. "Mommy! Mommy! I think Colin is raising ponies in the bathroom. It stinks like a stable in there!!" Then Aidan broke down in a fit of giggles. Colin? He came out suggesting that I go find the plunger. I did. I worked at that toilet for 25 minutes. As I type this, the stinking (literally) toilet is still clogged, the plunger is still resting inside of it and there is a message on Joe's voicemail that he has a surprise waiting for him when he gets home from his hockey game.
Is anyone surprised I have a glass of wine each night??
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