Maya is in on the toilet, and she calls me in to help her.
I open the door and get blasted right in the face with a solid stream of ... PEE! Of course she thinks it's ridiculously hilarious and continues to pee on everything in the bathroom. I'm trying to control her(unsuccessfully) while Peyton is tugging on me saying 'What's for dinner!!'
I peek my head out the bathroom door to my 'husband'(who for some reason's name is Earl . . . I don't even know an Earl) and say, "Earl! Get in here and help me! Maya is peeing on everything!" He just laughs. Great husband.
So when I look back at Maya, she's now got her head in the toiled, where only some of her pee made it into.
"Earl!! Come in here and help me! This child is a nut, she stuck her head in the toilet!"
And.. Earl Laughs.
Dang that Earl.
I tell you right now, if I ever meet a man named Earl, I'll run the other way, and that smallish nightmare just made me that much more not excited for motherhood!
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