I was out of town for about five days, and I'd unpacked my suitcase to sort laundry. The empty suitcase was still lying open on the bedroom floor.
Benjamin was getting ready for naptime. He'd wanted cereal for lunch, and he got milk and cereal all over his clothes, so I took off his shorts and shirt. And I needed to change his diaper anyways before his nap, so B was a little nakey boy. He did a good job asking to go potty yesterday, so I thought I'd give him a chance today.
"Potty? Do you need to go potty? Do you want to go peepee in the potty?"
"Yes, peepee! Peepee time! Peepee time!"
I always let him choose where he wants to go potty--- does he want to go in the toilet in his bathroom? In his potty chair in his bathroom? Or does he want to use Mommy and Daddy's bathroom off our bedroom?
He wanted to use Mommy and Daddy's bathroom, of course. But wait--- what's this cool object lying in the middle of the floor on the way there? It's Mommy's suitcase! And of course he can't resist climbing in it and standing in it!
"No, Benjamin! It's peepee time! Silly baby! You do not go peepee in Mommy's suitcase----- AUUUUGHHH! NOOOO! YOU DON'T GO PEEPEE IN MOMMY'S SUITCASE!!!!"
Sighhhh... a glimpse into my glamorous life. But I figured you guys would understand.