Since I am such a clean freak, I avoid public bathrooms as much as possible. Now that I have children, avoiding them has become very difficult. Last night was one such night at Denny’s. Katelyn suggested having French Toast for dinner and feeling like we could do this treat, for the first time ever, for dinner, we went to eat breakfast for dinner while mommy stayed home trying to rest and regain her strength from her illness.

After the conclusion of our dinner (I did have dinner,) I had to take Joshua to the bathroom to clean him up. I think he had more syrup on his hands and arms and shirt then he applied to the sticks that he ingested. After cleaning him all up, he walked away from the sink while I dried my hands. When I glanced back at Joshua after throwing away my paper towel, I saw him walking toward the urinel. I said to my two year old son, “Joshua, don’t touch the toilet.” I turned to throw away my last towel and when I turned back, he swiped a finger on the edge of the urinel! I was too late with my, “Noooo!” which triggered him to cry and then, yup, put that very finger in his mouth!! Yucky! Ugh!! I ran to him, yanked his finger out of his mouth and ran him over to the sink and short of putting the entire bottle of soap on his hand, I cleansed him for all of his life.

Man, was I disgusted. Ugh, it grosses me out just thinking about it now! Can you believe it? Man, totally gross. Fortunately, he’s fine and clean. Will he be alive tomorrow morning? I don’t know. ;
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Originally posted on The Dad’s Group

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