In a very mix-and-match post on Tuesday I mentioned that I’d managed to put up a few more stair gates around the house to prevent my littlest girl having free access to the entire space.
Well, now I wish I’d installed just one more gate.
You see my little darling waited till my back was turned and hid herself away in the downstairs toilet. She must have been in there for just a minute before I realised it was all too quiet.
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I don’t know how I knew, but I knew she was in the toilet.
What I discovered when I opened the door was my little angel dipping her hand into the bowl. Urrggh.
Prior to that she’d managed to liberate every single wet-wipe from a brand new pack. Half of them were strewn across the floor and I could see another wad of them in her fist – the fist that was dipped in toilet water. Urrrrgggghhh.
It got worse.
Before I could stop her she lifted this wad of sodden wipes to her mouth and sucked all the ‘juice’ out of them. Urrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!
There was water all over the floor and she was soaked from head to toe.
I cleaned her up and cleaned the spilt water from the floor.
I fully expected her to fall ill later that day and anticipated being up half the night trying to dodge projectile vomiting. Fortunately it didn’t come to pass.
So, yesterday afternoon I was relating the story to one of the mothers I talk to in the school playground.
I felt very embarrassed because clearly applying her own high standards she suggested it shouldn’t be too bad as toilets get cleaned regularly. Yeah. Errr. Hers might, but mine hasn’t seen bleach in over a week. I told her so too and she laughed.
Surprised at her reaction I enquired as to the source of her amusement and she volunteered, “Look on the bright side, if you’d cleaned the toilet it could have been so much worse, you’d have been dealing with bleach poisoning.”
So it turns out that I’m a great parent after all. 
Guest Post
I’m very proud to have a guest post being featured at WriterDad.com today.
Sean Platt the man at the controls of the electronic quill and parchment, is without doubt a star of the future.
His ascent toward the stars is rocket fuelled and shows no signs of slowing or running off course.
My article is called Dare To Dream.
Thanks for reading.
I’ll be back here again on Tuesday. See you then.
Dave.
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