Eu de Toilette

The other day after work and picking up the girls, we were enjoying a session of family snuggling/kissing attacks on the living room rug. 

This mainly involved Papi, Ellie and I, and little Eva was running circled around us, squealing with excitement. She was also running up and down the hall, back and forth from her bedroom to the living room.

I guess no one really noticed when Eva was gone a little too long… 

...until she came back with a small yellow cup… that was wet. We looked up at her from the floor. She was looming over us, with a dripping wet grin on her face. 

Ricardo and I looked at each other, then back up at Eva.

“Where did she…??”

“OH!” I shouted. “POO water!!!! (I sprang to my feet and sprinted down the hall) Did you leave the--- UGH!!!”

Yep—the bathroom door was open, the toilet lid was up and welcoming Eva to come on in for a dip—an invitation she gladly accepted.

The next 15 minutes consisted of scrubbing, rinsing, sanitizing, and making sure EVERYONE UNDERSTOOD the importance of keeping the bathroom door closed.

And thanking my lucky stars that by no small miracle, I had just cleaned the toilet the day before. And that it was flushed.

The next couple of hours, however, involved everyone running away from Eva's kisses, because no one wanted to kiss that mouth anymore.

Except Mommy. 'Cause Mommy's love is stronger than any old toilet germs. <3