Not just a puddle.

Walking down the hall tonight taking Ellie to bed, I stepped in a puddle.  In my head I cussed the dogs, but just kept on walking so I wouldn't distract Ellie from bedtime. 

 

Unusual for her, she was fighting it tonight,

so I was on a mission and didn't have the patience to be sidetracked. 

After the back and forth of

'rock chair, go bed, rock chair, sing song, go bed, rock chair',

she was asleep, so I came back to the puddle.  

It was an odd puddle as it was dribbled and spread all the way down the hallway. 

 

Awesome.  

Thanks dogs!   

 

I started wiping it up only to notice that it also spread to the top of a chair and then to the top of the table where our nativity sits.  

 

Thank goodness.  

 

Obviously this was not a dog puddle and could be nothing more than a spilled cup of water. Ellie must've taken my water cup and dribbled it down the hallway, up the chair, and onto the table.  

 

But where was my cup? Back on the table, right side up. Empty, but there. 

Weird. Oh well. Guess she put it back. 

 

Went into the bathroom. Ellie's potty had been taken apart and the bowl was upside down with dribbles of liquid in it.  

 

Oh. My. Goodness.

 

That wasn't a dog puddle.  
It wasn't a water puddle.

It was an Ellie puddle.  

From the bowl. 

Of her potty.

THAT SHE USED.

Without help.

 

She was just trying to drag the potty bowl into the kitchen to show her Mama

who was too busy cooking dinner to notice.

 

Who else could she show? 

Jesus. 

 

I've always told her if she can't talk to mama or daddy, she could talk to Jesus. 

 

So, there she went... 

down the hall, up the chair, to the nativity to show (and spill)

exactly what she'd done to Jesus.

 

And then she attempted to put the bowl back like a good girl. 

 

And then she ran to the kitchen asking for a sucker...

Her reward for going potty...

 

But I was too busy cooking to realize it and thought she just wanted a sucker. 

 

Stupid May. 

 

How did I not connect the dots before now?? 

 

No wonder the kid fought bedtime tonight. I would have too. 

 

Now to go wake her up and give her that dang sucker... And then to go lysol Jesus.

(just kidding on the waking her up part... but she will be getting a sucker for breakfast)