Habits

Way back when, someone peed in the trashcan in the hallway and once in the bathroom.  Then the who-done-it began.  From the beginning, I thought it was Layla.  I was amazed that I knew the pee habits of my children and is it odd that I knew them?  I never knew that would be part of the parenting gig.  I’m telling you there is so much fine print in this parenting contract, but I digress.

Jory pees on the seat when he doesn’t lift the seat or doesn’t lift it all the way.  Because the toilet seat is so heavy, he can’t lift it all the way.  It if it’s tired or sleepy he might miss the bowl and some trickles down the front of the toilet and onto the floor.

Rowan pees on the seat because I think she’s afraid sometimes that she will fall in the toilet so she doesn’t scoot all the way back on the seat.  She stays as close to the front as she humanly can on occasion.

Somehow I knew this was Layla.  And now once again it had happened again.  I’m not sure why I thought it was Layla.  It was suggested that it sounded like a boy thing, but I just sensed it was my youngest Israelite.  She denied it was her at first, then she copped to it.  Though once again, she didn’t give a why.  The hallway trashcan is next door to the bathroom.  And the bathroom trashcan is maybe five inches from the toilet. 

Why would you squat over a plastic trashcan to pee, instead of sitting on the toilet seat?  Some things I guess I’m not meant to know the reasoning behind, just the culprit.