Falling Into It

Yesterday was Easter and Flash and I got to spend it with Mini Flash this year. He's getting so big now and he's only four! Every time he comes back to us I feel like I'm looking at somebody new. So the three of us were sitting around the table eating ham, cheesy potatoes, and broccoli when MF has to go potty.

It's pretty normal for MF to be in the bathroom for a really long time. I think he likes to play with the water when he washes his hands in the sink. Flash isn't totally aware of this very slow nature of his little boy (it doesn't end with the bathroom, he takes forever getting dressed, eating, brushing his teeth, even walking) and commented on how long he took.

When MF finally came back to the table the conversation goes something like this:

Me: We were beginning to think you fell in the toilet.
MF: Why did you think I fell in the toilet?
Me: Because you took a really long time coming back to the table.
MF: But why does that mean you thought I fell into the toilet.
Me: It's just something you say sometimes when someone takes a long time in the bathroom. It's like a joke.
MF: Oh.

This conversation wouldn't be worth posting about if it wasn't for the next conversation that happened this morning. MF was hungry and I went to fix him a piece of toast leaving him to play on the computer upstairs.

Me: Here's your toast sweetheart.
MF: Thank you.
MF: I was beginning to think you fell in the microwave.

Oh how I laughed.