Reverse Bad Influence
Recently, I bemoaned the difficulty of raising a two year old when said two year old is influenced by her older nephew. To wit, The Toddler started turning on the dishwasher and playing in the shower.
I am now told by MHDIL that bad influences work two ways.
According to MHDIL, after a visit to our home, Shmuel started pulling off his diaper, a trick he could only have learned from his aunt, the Toddler.
In that vein, a story.
A couple of Shabboses ago, we were eating lunch when TT, who was running around the living room, blurted out, "Big Doody".
Since TT generally only says this when it's true, I left the table to check her. I picked her up and smelled her tushy through her dress. I didn't smell anything but I figured it was probably time to change her anyway. I took her to the den, placed her on the changing mat, picked up her dress and discovered....Nothing!! No diaper, no nothing.
I cleaned her up and put on a new diaper.
Then came the search.
Where was the diaper and what was in it?
A moment later, the discovery. TT had pulled off the diaper and left it in the living room with, you guessed it, a Big Doody.
We now make sure TT is wearing a onesy whenever we put on a dress.
Recently, I bemoaned the difficulty of raising a two year old when said two year old is influenced by her older nephew. To wit, The Toddler started turning on the dishwasher and playing in the shower.
I am now told by MHDIL that bad influences work two ways.
According to MHDIL, after a visit to our home, Shmuel started pulling off his diaper, a trick he could only have learned from his aunt, the Toddler.
In that vein, a story.
A couple of Shabboses ago, we were eating lunch when TT, who was running around the living room, blurted out, "Big Doody".
Since TT generally only says this when it's true, I left the table to check her. I picked her up and smelled her tushy through her dress. I didn't smell anything but I figured it was probably time to change her anyway. I took her to the den, placed her on the changing mat, picked up her dress and discovered....Nothing!! No diaper, no nothing.
I cleaned her up and put on a new diaper.
Then came the search.
Where was the diaper and what was in it?
A moment later, the discovery. TT had pulled off the diaper and left it in the living room with, you guessed it, a Big Doody.
We now make sure TT is wearing a onesy whenever we put on a dress.
Labels: Fostering
7 Comments:
At 11:18 AM, Anonymous said…
WAAAAAAAAY TMI.
At 11:39 AM, MoChassid said…
anonymous...I take your point but there are many readers who can't get enough of the TT posts. I am torn!
At 3:13 PM, Anonymous said…
This is your Bro! Even a family member doesn't need or want to know that story. Yikes!!
Get back to work!!
At 4:23 PM, PsycleSteve said…
Moc. Just got home from work and I was starving. After reading your post my appetite was completely gone. Thanks for helping me train for the hills!
At 6:24 PM, Jacob Da Jew said…
Haha!
Funny!
At 9:44 PM, MoChassid said…
Steve
I just went below 130 lbs. (129.8 to be exact). The least I could do was help a brother rider stay thin.
Bro
YOU get back to work! If you're so busy how come you time to read my narishkeit?
At 1:16 PM, uberimma said…
Half the posts on my blog seem to be about poop. It sort of comes with the territory. Blog on, please.
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