"Gonna think a lot about it later..."

RKZ "representing" in his Broncos shirt. 2 and 0, baby!!


So...I think that - so far - the grossest thing about being a mom is one particular aspect of potty training. See...often public toilet seats have little knobs underneath them, which kind of leaves a gap between the seat and the actual toilet itself.

When one has a new "pee-er" as it were, and he is just learning (so normally sits to go even pee), he is just learning to aim his peeper by directing it into the bowl. You can imagine that a little guy has a little peeper with less aim control. Just keeping his pee below the rim of the bowl is a feat of brilliance.

Now, imagine that said child uses one of these public toilets (or 2 - or 4 at last count) and seems to have a talent for aiming his pee directlyat the gap between the seat and the bowl. Mommy (being nominal, as we all know) does not always pay attention to said stream of urine and too many times to count, this has resulted in pants and underwear soaked with pee with little legs hanging above a giant puddle of pee.

I am not ashamed (well, yes I am) that I have wiped a number of public restroom floors with giant wads of toilet paper so as not to overly disgust the next patron. I have spent long moments in fear that a toilet would not flush because of the mountain of TP stuffed into it. I have spent long, burning minutes scrubbing my pee-soaked hands free of the product of my lovely little man. Seriously, the grossest part so far.