What is normal anyway?What is normal anyway?

If you don’t want to be grossed out this lovely Monday morn, you might not want to read this story.

Saturday morning the kids and I were hanging out around the house while Josh was working.  We’d been having a great morning, Jude and Jett were getting along so well playing Alien Spaceship Landing (spaceships made from Lego blocks landing on Jace’s diaper changing pad).  Things were rolling merrily along until the dreaded silence began.  I turned the corner to the hallway and saw Jett bottom-up, rubbing his head in the carpet.  That in itself was kind of unusual, even for my kids, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary until I told him to look at me.

What?  Had he gotten his hair wet in the bathroom?  What was he doing?! Nope.  Sadly, he wasn’t playing around in the bathroom sink to get his hair wet.

He was rubbing his hair into the carpet wet with his own urine.

*And scene.*

I wish I made this stuff up.

Jett had been doing so well with potty training for the last several weeks.  Sure, he still has plenty of accidents, but we were on a two-day streak with no accidents and then this.  I wonder what goes through that head of his.

I love that dear boy, but the kid does strange things.