Dumb Idea: Giving a 3-year-old a bedroom with it’s own bathroom. Fortunately, playing with toilet paper is messy, but harmless and relatively cheap (no toys, still). Buys me a few minutes to play on the internet.
Noah’s “making” Radiergummi. Erasers. As in, pencils have erasers on the ends. He got the idea from a Sendung mit der Maus Podcast. (Here's the video online.) Sendung mit der Maus is the best children’s program I’ve ever seen. It’s unfortunately in German, but someone should be translating it. Really. Every week they put together a small documentary for kids on a different topic. We download the podcasts and watch them on our computers. Here's one on YouTube for how they put stripes in toothpaste. It’s one of my favorites; I think you can understand it without understanding the German (rap). Now you can impress your friends with your toothpaste knowledge! The previously mentioned lost socks in a front-loading washer here. Isn't it great all the stuff you can find on the internet?
Gotta go before Noah adds some real water from his bathroom to the play kitchen sink. I’m pretty sure that’s part of his own special Radiergummi process. I don’t want to see what that looks like with the toilet paper.
Noah DID add real water to the Radiergummi. After carefully explaining how bad it is to spill water all over the wood floors, and hide soaking wet clean-up towels in the play kitchen cupboards, AND showing him how NOT fun it is to clean up wet toilet paper, we decided to lock the door to his bathroom for a week, so that he can't use it. We reviewed our decision with Noah, to make sure he understands why this is happening. Of course, the decision means all of Noah's bathroom accoutrements are now in OUR bathroom.
That includes: special toilet seat, normal toothpaste, special toothpaste, toothbrush, toothbrush holder, special flossing devices, hairbrush, small stool for the toilet, big stool for the sink, bubble bath, kids shampoo, and rubber duckies.
Argh. Isn't that why we just bought a house with more than one bathroom?
Call it whatever you want. Discipline. Consequences. Manipulation. Once again, it appears to be disproportionately affecting me.
The second lesson? Get off the internet, Mommy.