When bathroom fixtures attack

No Mama likes to see her children get hurt. I take no pleasure in the misfortune sometimes suffered by my offspring. But there are moments during which offering comfort instead of laughter is very, very difficult. I woke Hoss up and told him to go potty and get ready for school. A few moments later, some very loud crying. When I ran to the bathroom to see what had happened, I saw him standing in front of the toilet, sort of leaning on the tank (as he sometimes does when he is pretending that he is too tired to stand up and pee properly) but the seat was down. "What's wrong?!" I asked frantically. "The toilet hit me on the nose!" he cried. It seems that as he leaned on the tank, he managed to hit the seat and it clunked his nose as it fell. I checked for bleeding or bruising (of which there was none) and calmed him back down. But now we're all afraid of the plumbing. You can never be sure when it'll just snap and issue a beat down.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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