Toilet training has come to a screeching halt here once again. Erik's child-size toilet seat has quietly found its way into the back of the cupboard under his bathroom counter. The other night he dug it out for old time's sake and brought it into the living room. He was holding it up and had poked his face through the hole in its center, resting his chin on the splash guard. He stared at us as we lounged in the living room and seemed to be waiting for some sort of reaction.
After a moment of silence, I said, "Oh, Erik. Why don't we put that back where it belongs?"
With a hopeful tone in his voice, he replied, "Am I the letter A?"
I paused and pondered what he had just asked. In my opinion, I thought he looked more like the letter "O" with the plastic bum gasket tightly framing his adorable, fair face.
And then it came to me.
His Sesame Street DVD. The one on the alphabet starring Nicole Sullivan and Stephen Colbert.
I burst out laughing.
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