Vices

We all have our vices and mine is blogging, reading others and writing my own. One of Tate's is the bathroom and more specifically the toilet. The bathroom door is kept shut at all times because as it squeaks open Tate will ALWAYS bee-line it to the bathroom.

One afternoon while I took a minute to read up on a relative's blog I realized it was unusually quiet. Then I heard it, in the distance a quiet sort of sloshing...water and then I zoned in and realized where it was coming from (You know where this is going). Tate had found not only the bathroom door open, but that he was tall enough to reach the toilet paper on the back of the toilet and tall enough to reach into the water in the toilet bowl. I found him dipping the TP in and out of the bowl and having a grand old time. UGH! I did grab a picture, but not until after I retrieved my mischeivious young boy with a repetitive "NO, NO, NO!" while I washed him off. The smile never faded off his face and he never quite caught the drift of my message. He has been rather frustrated that he hasn't made it back into the bathroom since then.

Chocolate is everyone's vice around here, well everyone except John, but more specifically I have trained my young breed, by accident actually into their "Need" for hot chocolate ever morning and afternoon. Tate has even caught onto this delicacy lately when he was able to confiscate a cup from one of his sisters.