I’ve written before about MaKayla, my very favorite three year old hellion. She is always in motion, so most of her pictures end up looking like this:
We visit her, her brothers, and her parents often, and they visit us too. Her older brother, Hunter, is the model of the family, so he provides me with plenty of awesome close ups, like this:
Yesterday morning I had gone to work and Wif, MaKayla’s little brother, Logan, and her Mom, Rebekah, went to Costco to buy a composter for our garden. Because we are hippies. Just so I don’t leave anyone out, this is Logan, who also rocks:
They all came back to our house, and Wif watched the kids while Rebekah used our shop vac to clean our her car. Wif lost track of MaKayla for a minute because she was feeding our son, so she called out to her. ”MaKayla, where are you?”
“Up here,” MaKayla responded from upstairs, in her inimitable cartoon-little-girl-voice, which when she says the phrase “up here,” ends up sounding more like: “Oop hee-ya.”
“What are you doing sweetie?”
“Pooping!” she called back.
“OK,” Wif called back.
I didn’t mention this in my previous comments about MaKayla, but she loves to talk about pee and poop because of the reaction it gets. Especially from me. Because I laugh inappropriately. When MaKayla et al. visited my parents house in Jersey over New Years, my Mom asked her what she wanted from the fridge. “Poop!” MaKayla responded loudly. I though it was hilarious, and laughed. Wif rightly got mad at me.
Rebekah, MaKayla’s mom, asked that I not write about MaKayla’s hilarious little attention seeking behavior on the internets. But after what happened, all bets are off.
I plan to install the toilet in our second floor bathroom once I have time to redo the bathroom floor as well. Note, the toilet is in our office. It is not yet installed in the bathroom.
I came home from work after a half-day, and called upstairs to Wif. ”You up there baby?”
“How’re you doing?”
“Um, K.” She walked slowly down the stairs with our little monkey in her arms. ”So, MaKayla and Logan were here before, and I was supposed to be watching them. Um. And MaKayla was upstairs, and I didn’t see her go up there, and she said she was pooping, but I noticed that the seat on the toilet in the office was up, and there was a smell, and…”
“Are you telling me that MaKayla pooped in the toilet in the office? The one that is just sitting in the middle of the floor, not hooked up to anything?”
“I think I am.”
And that’s how I got my house project for the afternoon. Did you know that if you use water from your bath/shower to fill the bowl of an uninstalled toilet without its tank, and rock it back and forth, it can kinda flush out poop? Another lesson from MaKayla.
Luckily she is still a very little girl who loves the many vegetables her parents feed her, so she basically poops rabbit pellets that were easily handled by our tub drain.
Even though I know intellectually that MaKayla probably didn’t poop in our uninstalled toilet to be funny, a part of me is absolutely sure she did. She’s hilarious for a three year old, and pooping in an uninstalled toilet is hilarious. Look in her eyes and tell me that when she goes to college, she won’t upper deck the rival sororities’ toilets: