The Crocodile Bit Mike

Ah... It's amazing how many things look like crocodiles when you're two. Especially when you're two and obsessed with Peter Pan. Monday, when we were playing at Helen's house, the collies were crocodiles. Elaine was smart enough to notice that collie snouts really do look like crocodile snouts. But today was different. Today, Mike was BITTEN by a crocodile.

It all goes back to that potty training thing again. Why oh why can't he just stay in diapers until he's 30? Anyway, he woke up wet. Not a big deal. Lots of kids have trouble "holding it" all night. So he didn't want to try to use the potty first thing. He waited. Until I was in the middle of doing my make-up.

Most of you know that Jeff & I live in an historic house. Meaning, we have very small bathrooms. Our bathroom is the main bathroom for the house, and for me to put on make-up, I have to bring in a tacklebox from another room and set it on the toilet. So, while I'm putting on make-up, is not the optimal time for a 2-year-old to require re-orientation of the bathroom.

I moved stuff around. Make-up box to the bathtub. Stepping stool in front of the potty. Lifted the seat for him, but didn't notice that my lovely Mary Kay brush set was still on the back of the toilet -- preventing the toilet seat from being flush (ha, ha) with the back of the commode.

It fell.

On Mike's finger.

And apparently, when a toilet seat falls on your finger, it means you've just been bitten by a crocodile.

Now you know.