When Parker woke up from his nap, I quickly put him on the potty so that he could go SHHEWWEE and we could really get this potty training thing going. He quickly told me to GO AWAY, like always, the boy needs his privacy. I jumped on the computer and blogged the below entry when I heard Parker yelling, MY YELLOW BEESE! BEESE: a pacifier, either green or yellow. I ran to the bathroom to see Parker still sitting on the toilet looking down into the water holding 2 green beeses (plural form of BEESE) . I asked him if the YELLOW BEESE was in the water with the shhewee, and he confimed. So, we thought about what to do next. We agreed that I would need to go in after it. No other choice.Daddy wouldn't like to hear that I flushed it. It would probably cause some major plumbing issues. I also thought that maybe this would be the end to the BEESE era, but that didn't look good since he was holding 2 others. I even came up with a story, but he wasn't buying it. So in my hand went, and straight to the trash the BEESE went. I quickly began to scrub my hand and arm like I was going to perform brain surgery or something, then I looked over at Parker.
The funeral for the BEESE didn't go so well. And the fact that I was documenting every part of the saga wasn't helping. Please don't hate me Parker, but I just had to share this story.