Bugs in the Toilet

Tonight we finished our typical bedtime routine:  kisses for Daddy, up the stairs, brush the teeth, potty time, prayer at each babe’s bed, hug, kiss, turn on the Jewel Lullabye cd, rustle, rustle, rustle, “Good night”. 

Finally when all was quiet, I hear  from Liam “I’ve gotta go potty!”  He had JUST gone to the bathroom five minutes earlier.  He jumps out of bed, though, and heads to the bathroom.  A few seconds later, I hear him returning to his bed, saying “I don’t have to go potty…  There’s bugs in the toilet.” 

I know there are:

(A)   No bugs in the toilet and

(B)   Doug had flushed a dead cockroach down the toilet last week, to dispose of it.

I am laughing inside as I watch Liam drift off into dreamland, eyes rolling back in his head with a smile on his face.  One day, this little boy will become a strong man.  And by then, I hope he will not be worried about bugs in the toilet. 

Peace, love and feeling flush,
Shelly, Doug, Ava and Liam