Thursday, January 12, 2012

Mr. Fifi's Commode

There are times when I wonder what is going through the minds of my children. They do some of the craziest things, but once I question them about it, it usually makes some sort of sense. For instance, last night, right around the kid's bedtime, I was walking by the cat litter box and noticed a large wet area. I automatically knew that my boys had been up to something. There was no way that Mr. Fifi (our orange tabby cat) could make a spot like that. 

I went to The First Born, "First Born, did you put something into the cat box?" I asked him. 
"No mom, what's wrong with it?" he replied, confusion lacing his voice.
"Ok, finish your homework so that you can go to bed." I said, avoiding his question, since I was not totally sure what had happened. 

Thoughts of The Middle Child pouring cup fulls of water into the litter box danced through my head as I walked up our stairs. I stood by the door of The Middle Child's bedroom, peered in, and asked the question "Middle Child, what did you put into the cat box?" 
He looked at me, his hazel eyes darting back and forth wildly, "Nottthhhiiiing." he said 
"Middle Child, tell me what happened." I replied calmly. I could see a story forming in his head.
"Really mom, nothing....ugh...alright....I just couldn't make it, I had to go!" he said in a panic tinged voice. 

 You see, this isn't the first time that he has decided to experiment with using the cat box as his personal commode. It had been a long time since he did it last (he was age four), but he remembered being in trouble for it. 

After a long sigh and a deep breath I shook my head and said ,"Middle Child, the bathroom was two steps away. You couldn't make it?" 

"No mom, I couldn't make it." he said. Really kid?!?! 

I sighed and replied, "Okay, please try harder next time, I don't think that Mr. Fifi likes sharing his litter box with you."

"Okay, mom," he said weakly.

Even though I was disappointed with him for not telling me the truth immediately, I couldn't be angry with him after hearing that he didn't want to have an accident. Two steps is a long way to go, when you have been too busy playing with friends to take a potty break, and why go through the embarrassment of telling mom anyway? Not to mention, mom would make him clean out the cat box if she knew! 

Besides, I probably would have done the same thing if I was a six year old boy. In fact, I would have done it just to see what happened. ;o) 

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