This is Junior's Retro Rocket. It has a seat which opens and we have a squirrel-like child who stores things in the seat. My keys that went missing a few months back? Yep. So now I'm smarter. I check the Retro Rocket every few days to ensure my daughter hasn't been sequestered away, and to, you know, get to know my little son a bit better.
Current content: one unwrapped tampon, a Dove deodorant (no wonder I couldn't find it for an overnight stay last week and had to take Husband's AXE.) A pen, two paper circles and a piece of train track. I think the Dept. of Homeland Security would be proud. At least, his momma (who will clearly be set should a bomb drop on us) is swelling with pride.
Mom leaves the kids alone for ten minutes with Scooby Doo playing. What could possibly happen? Mom (returning): "Ok, what did you do to his hair?" Juniorette, 5 (not even pausing to look away from Scooby Doo): "Milk shampoo." M: "What do you mean, milk shampoo?" J: "Here." (hands me a cup with milk) "I washed his hair for you, now you don't have to give him a BATH." said in the same tone as one might say,"I'm taking a plane to Lisbon because the water is too goddam cold to SWIM. Like, HELLO?!"
Juniorette reads now so I was thinking of hanging this over her bed. She doesn't know anything about giving people (or signs) the bird but I bet if I hung this she'd learn quickly. We have confirmed bed jumpers in our house and I just wince when I hear myself say, "You're gonna get hurt." and "Watch your brother's head." There are other signs by John W. Golden for just this sort of thing if you really want to sound like bona-fide parents.
This male reading on the toilet habit - you can see it starts early. Junior only knows how to sit on the potty and make a peeing sound, rather than actually peeing, but yesterday he added a Hello Kitty book to the ten minute ritual he requires before every diaper change. That's my boy!