It was recently suggested to me that I start a separate blog for the sole purpose of documenting Jack's escapades. I'm still living under the delusion that he's going to drastically mature overnight and they will come to a screeching halt, so until that happens you can feel free to check back regularly for the latest installment of, "Jack.... again."
This time it came in the form of water. During "naptime".
About 30 minutes after I tucked him sweetly into bed he began calling me. "Mommy! I wet!", is what I heard from upstairs. Assuming he had not been able to get himself up on the potty, I called to him that I was on my way and to just be patient for a minute. As I started up the stairs I heard water running... I followed the sound into my bathroom, where I found the bath tub completely filled with whatever belongings he could reach and on the verge of overflowing with water. I said, "Jack! Did you put everything in here?!" He replied with, "Well, not eveyfing exactwy." True enough. Not eveyfing exactwy.
He was, indeed, quite wet, and had only called for my help because the water was close to the top and he couldn't turn it off.
At least he knows his limitations.
This time it came in the form of water. During "naptime".
About 30 minutes after I tucked him sweetly into bed he began calling me. "Mommy! I wet!", is what I heard from upstairs. Assuming he had not been able to get himself up on the potty, I called to him that I was on my way and to just be patient for a minute. As I started up the stairs I heard water running... I followed the sound into my bathroom, where I found the bath tub completely filled with whatever belongings he could reach and on the verge of overflowing with water. I said, "Jack! Did you put everything in here?!" He replied with, "Well, not eveyfing exactwy." True enough. Not eveyfing exactwy.
He was, indeed, quite wet, and had only called for my help because the water was close to the top and he couldn't turn it off.
At least he knows his limitations.