Saturday, February 03, 2007

You know why they call it "testosterone"?

Because it makes little boys want to test their parent's limits. It should really be renamed "Calvinerone" since it causes Calvin-like behavior. We are actually considering changing Quarto's name to Calvin. Let me explain.

Frodo had gone to the store to buy us an air mattress. When he came home, it was time for the boys to go to bed, so he got Quarto settled on the kid potty. He quickly realized that Quarto was going to be awhile, so he went upstairs to begin dismantling our bed and setting up the air mattress. During these activities, I was in the midst of temperature taking, dish washing, kitchen disinfecting and other "flu-survival" activities with the girls, so I wasn't aware that Quarto was still sitting on the potty until Frodo called down (about 10 minutes into Quarto's potty time) and asked me to check and see if Quarto was done.

I popped my head into the bathroom and asked, "Quarto, are you done?" "Not yet," he replied, casually. I told him that I would be back in two minutes to get him dressed and brush his teeth. As I turned to leave, Quarto said, "Look what I do, Mom." I look, expecting to see a toy car he has brought with him or a boat or other tub toy that he often plays with while he sits on the potty. It was a tub toy that I saw, but I was quickly snapped out of my casual attitude.

Quarto was sitting on his potty... peeing into the tiny little opening on a fish-shaped water gun then shooting urine around the bathroom. "Look! I go far!" Quarto boasts of his shooting ability. I leave the bathroom immediately since my first instinct is to begin laughing hysterically and inform him that, being a boy, he could do-away with the plastic, fish-shaped "middle-man". I decide that walking away and calling Frodo to observe his youngest son's ingenuity would be more mature.

Frodo looks, rolls his eyes, sighs something that sounds like "Calvin", and goes back to setting up the mattress. I attempt to sound serious (i.e. control my snickering) while lecturing our three-year-old about why we don't shoot pee out of water guns then have him help me clean up the mess... what I can find of it. It still smells a little like a latrine in there. Sigh.

How do they come up with this stuff? It's gotta be the Calvinerone.

6 comments:

Aduladi' said...
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Aduladi' said...

I deleted my last comment due to it being riddled with typos. Let me try again...

All I can do is laugh and smile and THANK GOD my three year old is a girl. At least little man is adorable, even though he has testosterone coursing through his veins!

Love to you!

Catherine said...

I laughed and laughed at this. I have my own not so little boy and it only gets *better* believe me.... God bless us testosterone lacking mothers --I guess we just don't get it--

Blessings to your family btw.

Catherine in WA now...

Jen said...

LOLOLOL!! I love it! Forwarded this one to hubby, who will GREATLY appreciate it! lol I am guessing he takes after Frodo?? lol (We love you Frodo! lol)

Andie said...

Heh. I have a 3yo and pee story, too...you should start a meme!

Leo, for reasons of health, welfare and sanity, is gated in his room at night. He awoke early a few mornings ago and, as he usually does, called for us to release him so that he could visit the potty. Apparently, we didn't hear his first request, because when dh arrived at the door, Leo showed him how he had very carefully utilized his tin Thomas the Tank Engine bucket for poop, and his sister's shape sorter bucket for pee.

Chris said...

Ha! Our youngest, also three, is a boy who is indeed named "Calvin". While he is technically named after his great-grandfather, my wife and I are both long-time "Calvin & Hobbes" fans who can't help but notice the similarities, down to the blond hair, dangerously cute smile, and obligatory stuffed tiger. We must hide all of the books before he learns to read!!!