here's one for the baby book

as usual, i made a pit stop before setting off to pick up thing one from preschool. and, as usual, thing two followed me to the loo.

however, we had a sudden and dramatic deviation from our routine when, as i leaned around to get a fresh roll of toilet paper out from under the sink (like all adult women, i am the only one in the home who possesses this arcane skill), thing two scrambled up on her plastic stool, lost her balance, and fell backward.

into the potty.

that i had just peed in.

her little body snapped shut into a perfect jackknife position, butt in the bowl and knees in front of her face, and her eyes got as big as hubcaps. but before she could commence wailing, i had fished her out and stripped her. and flushed. 

i then set a land-speed record getting the wet, weepy and pissed (in all senses) baby clean, dry, dressed and in the van.

we were on time picking up thing one.

and i never laughed at thing two, although i think i may have strained something while bottling it up.