"Judge Not... Lest Ye Be Judged"

Several years ago there was a TV show I used to enjoy watching, Nanny 911. Do you remember that one? I enjoyed it because it made me realize that things could be worse. I don't know why I remember this particular episode, but I do, about these young kids who were constantly into mischief. I watched in horror and disbelief at the things the kids did. The thing that I was in most disbelief over was these little kids put a banana down the bathroom sink. I remember watching and thinking, "What kind of kid would do such a thing?" and "Where were the parents?"

***WARNING: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU THINK! IT MAY JUST COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU!!!***

No, I have not had a banana down the bathroom sink, but I have been blessed with a kiddo who is always innocently up to something. I say innocently because I really think things are more done as a sort of science experiment.

My cute little blue eyes boy that is so full of smiles and answers to the name of John is the culprit. Are dying to know what my aspiring scientist has done?. . . Well, let me start by saying a month or so ago I worked hard for four days to potty train this little dude. No luck, not one drop of urine in the toilet. The only success I had was getting him very comfortable with the toilet and curious as to where things go when it gets flushed. He has since tossed in bouncy balls, foam letters, and couple of other things that I can't remember. The first time he threw something in the toilet I flushed it away, so he would see that if you put something in the toilet it goes bye, bye. That didn't work! It only to sparked his curiosity.

Now to my story, Paul was out of town last week, and wouldn't you know it the girls tell me their toilet is clogged. I didn't think much because their toilet clogs easily (little girls and toilet paper and toilets don't always get along). So I went and plunged. A few minutes later I hear a little girl voice say again, "The toilet is clogged". So I plunge again. This goes on every time it gets used. So finally I decide that we can't wait 4 days until Dad gets home to fix this and I called my wonderful neighbor to help. I warned him that I think John may have flushed a toy down the toilet.

After looking at things and doing what ever men do to try to fix a toilet, he asks me for a wire coat hanger, thank goodness I had one. He straightened it out, bent a nice little hook on the end and began to go fishing. And are you dying to know what he caught? RTD2. John had tried to flush that cute little droid down the toilet. I thanked my neighbor, told him he did his good deed for the day, sent him on his way and kept his fancy fishing pole in a special place in the garage for future use. Poor RTD2 was put in the trash.

I should have known that sooner or later John would have figured out that there was water in the toilet and that he would enjoy throwing things in it. As it is I have to be careful about soaking a pot in the kitchen sink because I have have found countless things in my pots of yucky water. My "favorites" are: a flashlight, toy phone, hair bows, and my car keys.

Sigh . . . After a few more years as a parent and twice as many kiddos in the house I've decided these kind of things don't happen because of the kind of kid or where the parents are or even the kind of parents the kid has.

This is just what happens when a home is blessed with precious spirit children from Heavenly Father!