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bronwynrhFor the past few weeks - months, I guess, Samuel's been fascinated by trashcans. His repertoire has expanded more recently to include anything you can put something else into. He's all over it.
He also enjoys closing doors, which means he usually ends up on the wrong side of one - inside our closets or the guest bath. He doesn't mind this, yet, but I don't trust him with my dangly-tie maternity items or daddy's shoes... or the toilets.
Last night, he dropped his first item into the toilet. While daddy was using it.
*sigh*
So now we have to close the bathroom doors. At all times. I really don't want to get those lid latches, but we may have no choice. I worry though, about going in the middle of the night and forgetting the latch. It reminds of a certain experience when I was very young, no older than 9 or 10, and suffering a migraine - talk about adding insult to injury :(
Strange, the things that stick with you as irrational little fears.
He also enjoys closing doors, which means he usually ends up on the wrong side of one - inside our closets or the guest bath. He doesn't mind this, yet, but I don't trust him with my dangly-tie maternity items or daddy's shoes... or the toilets.
Last night, he dropped his first item into the toilet. While daddy was using it.
*sigh*
So now we have to close the bathroom doors. At all times. I really don't want to get those lid latches, but we may have no choice. I worry though, about going in the middle of the night and forgetting the latch. It reminds of a certain experience when I was very young, no older than 9 or 10, and suffering a migraine - talk about adding insult to injury :(
Strange, the things that stick with you as irrational little fears.
