Watch out for jumping poop

Now that Charlie is potty trained, I thought I would be over the poop stories! Apparently not!

Sometimes he has issues with wiping his cute little butt. The other day he shouted "mummy, can you wipe my bottom'. Off I trot into the bathroom, he bent over and I noticed there was a brown substance on the top of his foot. "Charlie, is that poop on your foot?" "Huh" he said. I repeated myself, "Charlie is that poop" pointing to his foot. He opened his hand and I could see poop on his hand and he said matter of factly "Yeah".
"How did you get poop on your foot?"
"It jumped out of the toilet at me".

I know what you are thinking, how the heck did poop jump out of the toilet, well that is the mystery. How did it get back in the toilet, I am assuming by the poop on his hand he picked it up and put it back in. LOVELY! Future wives of Charlie this is a great story I will be giving his best man, Charlie and the jumping poop, it brings a whole new meaning to Charlie and the Chocolate factory!

Doh! Literally!

You know you are going to have a bad day tomorrow when you have to explain why there is Play Doh stuck in the keyboard of your work laptop and certain keys will not work anymore!

DOH!

That will teach me for trying to fix Charlie's toy with my laptop on my lap!

Oh and the Play Doh is bright blue so its not that I can hide it.

If only it was this easy to get money

MM- "Mummy can we buy that"
ME - "No Molly-Mae we are saving our money for our trip to New Zealand to see Uncle Juffy"
MM - "We can still buy it because we can just ask God for the money, you do this. Dear God, please can we have money for New Zealand, Amen"
ME - "If only it was that easy"

I paid for sole use of that toilet for 48 hours

Last week I was back in Colorado for work, staying in a fairly posh hotel, well for me anyway. As part of my role I had to deliver some of our gift bags to our clients. Just as I was leaving my room the maid came in for turn down service. I picked up the bags and said to her "I'll be back in a minute". I was meeting the client by the elevator and I literally was just a minute. I walked in through the door of my room, to find my maid taking a poop on my toilet with the door OPEN!

I was a little embarrassed and started to rummage around in my stuff trying to make out I was doing something. A few minutes later she flushed the toilet, washed her hands and off she went. I wanted to shout after her "I paid for sole use of that toilet for 48 hours, I should be the only one crapping in it". I am not sure who was more embarrassed me or her! Did she really not believe me when I said I would be back in a minute or was the accent to blame once again?