Yesterday Romeo and I went to Old Navy while Wild Man was at school.
This trip to Old Navy will be the most memorable trip we will ever have, I am just sure of it.
After we were done with the shopping, Romeo decided he needed to go potty.
He walked right in and I sat him on the potty and then turned around to hang my purse on the door.
Then I heard a noise you do NOT want to hear in a restroom ESPECIALLY a public one.
I heard a Splash...
Romeo fell bottom first into the potty, and when I say into the potty...I mean really in that potty. His head and feet where the only thing sticking out of it.
It was a big potty in this restroom and Romeo is a little 3 year old boy... a bad combination.
As much as I would love to show you a picture of this, I thought my time was better spend getting him out.
So of course I ran over (we were in the handicap one and it was quite large) to get him out and in my actions the automatic flush came on before I could get him all the way out.
You can say my son got his first swirly...or even an enema.
I got him out and of course he was just dripping wet and shaking and crying. I felt so bad for him and was so completely grossed out and yet I was trying so hard not to laugh hysterically all at the same time.
I think it is safe to be said that there has been some psychological damage done here and it may be a while til we will be able to use a public restroom.
Although this does make a great story to share later on in his life...like when he brings girls over or even his wedding.
Is it bad that I wish I had a picture of this? I think I have laughed about this for 24 hours straight though.