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It's been rather uneventful around here, aside from the standard black eyes and bloody noses. Last night something blog-worthy happened though......hang on!

Todd has been working 15-16 hour days/nights this week, so the evening ritual is a little off you could say. Well, the baby finished dinner first, so he got thrown in the tub. Caden finished moments later and headed into the bathroom. He stripped and jumped in with Bennett. I left the room for less than 30 seconds (just enough time to take their dirty clothes to the laundry room). Sounds like a traumatic drowning or near-drowning story is about to happen, right? In some ways, I wish it was....but it's not. Okay. I walk back into the bathroom to find Caden still standing there....the baby staring at him, him staring at me. I stopped and asked, "What's wrong?" He started coughing and throwing up immediately after I asked him what was wrong. I thought, "Oh my gosh....poor kid....what happened?" When he was done puking he looked at me and smiled. I asked, "Are you okay?" as I preceeded to drain the tub with "chunks" of dinner (chili, of all things!!!!) in it, as the baby started fishing for pieces. Caden started laughing hysterically and said, "I ate pee!" I thought I misunderstood him and gave him my puzzled look. He said it again. "I ate pee!" By now, Bailey was in the bathroom laughing so hard I thought he was going to pee himself. I asked him how he ate pee and he showed me. He stood there and showed me how he peed in the cup I use to rinse out his hair......"then I drink it" he says to me. I asked him if it tasted good (trying not to throw up myself). He said, "No, it make me puke."

As I tucked him in bed later that night, he hugged and kissed me (anybody else out there ever kissed someone who puked pee??????) and said, "I'm sorry I ate pee, Mommy."

Have a good week, y'all.........I hope I survive mine!