eau de toilette

Every so often I'll be walking through my house and I'll step in a puddle of something. The first thing I do is smell my foot. Half of the time I can identify what I stepped in just by smell. If this doesn't work, I then hop to the nearest sink to wash my foot off, just in case, and as I'm hopping I yell out:

Who spilled something!? What's on the floor!?

Of course, no one answers. So now some detective work is needed. Sometimes it's pee, the smell test usually alerts me to this right away. Sometimes it's apple juice. If a cup leaked, it's a small amount. If "Mr. Trouble" spilled his cup, it's a lot. If "Mr. Trouble" tried to pour his own juice, it's a ton. Once in awhile it's just water.

Last night I experienced one of these moments. I was heading up to bed, it was almost midnight. Just outside the bathroom door, I stepped in something wet. I looked down, and there was a very large puddle of liquid blocking the way to the bathroom. What on earth is this? I wondered. I figured it must have been water from the shower that "Little Miss" took earlier, so I didn't do my hop/shuffle to the sink to wash off my foot. I couldn't figure out how so much water would get there though. I heard a noise in my room, so I go in to look and CamCam is hiding in my closet.

What are you doing? Get back into bed. I told him. His blankie was in my bed, so he climbs up into my bed, and off I go to clean up the "shower" water so that no one slips in the night. Once I get into the bathroom, there's a lot more water. Except that the trail goes right past the shower and keeps going. Guess where it stops? You bet, right in front of the toilet. Oh no! I go back to CamCam and realize that he is soaked. His shirt is dripping wet, his diaper is wet, even his hair is wet. I carry him to the shower and strip him down for a bath.

Again, I emphasize it is midnight, and I've been painting our basement all day, so I'm beat. I'll admit I had a moment right there where I thought, Well, technically it's just water. I could just wipe it up and be ok. But then I came to my senses and properly cleaned up the river of toilet water that lead into a lake of toilet water. Of course, CamCam had also been in my closet. And my bed. And I'd walked around a bit.

I thought CamCam would sleep in after such an eventful very late night. But nope, he was promptly up at 8AM this morning. He told me he had boo-boos on his foot. I went to look at him and he has all this white stuff stuck to his foot like glue. I couldn't pull it off. I went to wash his foot in the sink, it took lots and lots of scrubbing to get it off. But as it started to come off I realized that it was toilet paper. Which means that at some point last night toilet paper was a part of the "potty party." And I have yet to find any toilet paper anywhere, so I guess I better go upstairs and see what else this stuff has dried and glued itself onto. Wish me luck!