Josh-isms

Frequent readers of this blog know that one of my favorite topics is "Josh-isms". It ranks right up there with Happy Photos. For those of you who have raised curious children, you'll appreciate this story. For those of you who have young curious children, be warned. You too will get to experience fun things like this at some point in the future.

Tonight, when I went to the bathroom, there was some sort of pinky-red stuff in the toilet on the sides up near the top. Hmmmm..... I think. I thought at first it was candle wax because Josh is all about poking around in my candles and digging the wax out of them. (No, it does not make me happy when he does it either). Then, I realized, it was fingernail polish. What in the world? How did that get there??

I went into Josh's room (where he was supposed to be going to sleep) to find him stuffing a book under the covers. Folks, it's 10:30 at night. He should have been asleep an hour and a half ago. I say, "Josh, how did fingernail polish get in my toilet?"

"I don't know."

"I think you do."

"Well... [insert long dramatic pause here] ... it was sparkly."

"What?"

"It was sparkly, and I wanted to see it, and then it dropped."

"Oh."

"Well, I didn't drop the brush thing into the toilet [aren't I thankful for that???] just some of the paint."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know." [big surprise here]

"Ok. Go to sleep. Don't read."

You see, there was no reason to bother fussing at this point. It was done. As I went back to clean it out (yes, fingernail polish remover works on toilets, by the way), I looked at the bottle of polish. Well, surprise to me ... it really is sparkly.

Curious George has nothing on my boy.