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I Did Not Kill My Mother!!!

'So my children can not kill me'
I don't know whose Mum never said this. It's even sweeter when its said in Yoruba. For real though! That's how I felt tonight.

This post is a testimony and a recount of the antics of Mr 4.
If 'Drive' was a person, it would bear his name. Or even 'Persistence'.

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Some mornings ago, I told the boys if they follow me to the bathroom immediately,
I will let them watch something on my phone for a bit. Even though I was still pressing my phone and not ready to get up.
This is a tactic that always works and allows me have peace for a bit. Lol. Judge not! We all have days like this.

Before long we noticed Mr 4 was no longer in the room, we found him in the bathroom already with his bathing bowl, sponge and soap making a lather and splashing suds everywhere.

Fast forward to last night, hubby went out and brought suya along. I don't remember telling this boy anything about bathing.
Nor did I say let's go and bath, I will give you suya, as I already even gave him a piece already.
Next thing, we noticed he wasn't in the room any longer. Immediately I ran to the bathroom.

This is the interesting and scary part.
There was a little paint bucket with hot water in the bath tub. It was meant for himself and his brother.
Mr 4 had removed the bathing bowl covering the hot water, he had taken his soap and sponge and was already making a lather all these while standing beside the hot water in the bath tub.

I was dazed. I I couldn't even think of all the 'what ifs' of his actions.
I was just grateful to God that all the things that could have gone wrong didn't happen.

I corrected him afterwards not to take his bath unsupervised next time, this was after putting the fear of God in him that if not for God he would have had brown and black skin and land in the hospital. That made him sober a bit.

See why you can hardly take your eyes off these toddlers. The other day they used all the antibacterial handwash to wash their toy cars and legos.
Or the minute you take your eyes off them, they are trying to stuff their bicycle in the freezer.
I know many of you can relate. Tell me in the comment section your funny toddler stories. I can't wait to hear from you. 😁😁

Comments

  1. Innocent young that were just trying to disinfect their toys that day😁, you are here speaking English😁😁.

    Part of my consolation is that the Bible says the angels of children never leave God's presence. We can't be too careful in protecting them really, but I bet you that our care can never suffice still.

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      I am also consoled that when we are not there, the angel of God is there protecting them.

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  2. Wow!!! Thank God all is well.
    Mr 4 is drama πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜

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  3. 🀣🀣 they were sanitizing their toy cars and legos now ..Haba!!.. leave them ooo..Uncle Corona is outside abeg!!πŸ˜„

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