I held a pre-dawn couch conclave this morning. Jenny snuggled on my right and Peter on the left. Somehow I managed to sip coffee and skim a book. The baby was exploring, but I had no worries because the basement door was closed. What could she possibly get into?
A moment later my mother’s ears detected a change in her babbling. Just as we learn to distinguish a baby’s cries, and know when something is seriously wrong and we need to respond immediately, so, too, can we tell when a contented baby becomes too happy. Sounds of overwhelming joy from an unattended infant are not normal and require immediate attention.
I ran down the hall and found her, standing at the open toilet, splashing to her heart’s content.
Reit This Way 
No picture?!?!?
LOL they just love water, don’t they. Brings back memories.
I have so been there.(Not the splashing in the toilet part, mind you, but the <>finding<> of the child splashing in the toilet part.)Were you like “Noooooo!!!” ?
Yeah, what fun…my Peter did that too when he was a baby, but he was even older as I recall when he decided to play in the potty. I remember we tried one of those toilet bowl locks…but it didn’t work.
And hopefully the last person who used it flushed. Ugh.
Eeeeeeeek!
A friend told a tale that when her son was young, she once found him completely inside the toilet. He grinned up at her and, splashing water everywhere, said, “Look, mama! I swimming!”
I’m with SC Momma!!