I know it seems like I am reporting this rather calmly, without even an exclamation point at the end of the big shocker, but those of you who know me know that I am a bit of a germophobe. So, in my mind it's more like this: "SUCKING ON THE TOILET SEAT (GASP!)" The cursed bathroom door won't shut all the way, so it was probably bound to happen sooner or later. Of course he had to choose the day before I normally clean the bathrooms to try out the giant teething ring instead of the day after.
I do derive some comfort, however, from the knowledge that my youngest sister, Auntie Art, used to drink out of the toilet and seems to have suffered no ill effects. I don't blame her. I mean, using the reasoning of a toddler....what else are those little cups covering the bolts at the base of the toilet for? They're just perfect for dipping.
When Big tried to give me a kiss at bedtime I gave him my cheek. Maybe I'm a bad mom, but when I saw his lips heading toward mine I just couldn't do it.