What was he thinking?

Wednesday afternoon we were getting ready to leave for Thanksgiving when I asked Jack to please go use the bathroom. I wanted to make sure he went before we got on the road so we wouldn't have to stop.

He told me he didn't have to go, I insisted he try, he ran away laughing and I told him if he didn't get in the bathroom THIS MINUTE that we weren't going to go to Grandma's to eat dinner. That got his attention, and he went into the bathroom.

I was busy getting the last of the stuff together and yelling at Josh to get off the damn computer for the love of GOD I am so sick of being late all the time. Jack ran out of the bathroom into the kitchen laughing maniacally with the front of his hair wet.

Looking at him suspiciously, I asked why his hair was wet. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Jack put his hand inna toilet! Jack get hair wet!"

I tried to remain calm, failed, and told him to knock it off because that is disgusting and he could get sick and it is gross. Not to mention, he still hadn't peed on the potty. I sent him back in, but this time the door stayed open.

As I walked back from the dining room, I saw the the back of his butt, fully clothed. I could not see his head BECAUSE IT WAS IN THE TOILET. He stuck his whole head in the bowl, in the water.

I grabbed him by the arm, yanked him out of the bathroom and got right in his face. I told him that he was never, ever to do that again. Josh happened to walk by as I was down on my knees with my face inches from his and asked what the problem was. When I told him his son's HEAD was in the TOILET, he grabbed him and told him that was a timeout.

Honest to God, I have no idea what he was thinking. But I can tell you if this is what his little boy brain thinks up at almost 3 years old, I can't even imagine the surprises I am going to be in for in the next few years.

I walk out to the