Jamie has been up to his usual tricks. One of my recent favorites was Bailing Out the Toilet. He procured a plastic cup from the bathtub and dipped it into the toilet bowl to extract the water. But he didn't stop there - heavens, no! He then carefully (I can only imagine his slow, toddling steps as he moved down the hallway, cradling the cup in both hands - I didn't actually see this part of it) took the cup into his bedroom and poured its contents onto his bed. This action was repeated a few times (again, I was not privy to this, or else I would have been able to count the number of trips he made. Because you know I would have let this happen in the first place).
It was probably about this point when I, contentedly playing Bejeweled Blitz downstairs, started to wonder what he was up to. So I heaved myself to my feet and went upstairs. My first clue that anything was amiss was the sight of his soaked hair, shirt and pants. And then I saw the bed. In my state of confoundedness I could only surmise that he'd watered the bed, then lay down in it.
Ugh.
He's had other adventures (such as emptying pretty much every drawer he can open), and I was resigned to a life of chasing him around and cleaning up his messes, when he surprised me with a gesture of a completely different nature tonight.
He had just started eating dinner when he hopped down from his chair. "Hey, where are you going?" I demanded from the kitchen, where I was assembling my own dinner. He ignored me and went over to the dish drainer in the sink, where we air-dry plasticware that has gone through the dishwasher. Reaching up on his tiptoes, he fumbled for something. "Cup, cup," he said. Looking over at his seat at the table, I saw that he had a sippy cup of milk already, but I handed him a plastic cup and off he went to the bathroom. He returned shortly thereafter with a small amount of water in the cup and headed back to the table. Ah, he wants water to drink, I thought to myself, and mentally shrugged. But he didn't take the cup to his seat. Instead, he took it... to his sister. We'd forgotten to get her anything to drink; she hadn't said anything to us, but clearly Jamie had noticed the lack. So he got something for her.
I have to say, I was overcome with emotion. He can be such a stinker at times, but when it counts, his heart is definitely in the right place.
2 comments:
That's seriously sweet. But, I just gotta make sure, it wasn't toilet water, was it?
In the cup for Caity? No, I'm pretty sure I heard the faucet running for that one.
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