SuperMom finds a mess...

It all started with a time-out for Lance. The vivacious two-year-old just can't resist playing in our bedroom, which is off-limits.. so it landed him right back in his crib.

One-year-old Ethan was toddling around the house in and out of Lance's room. I was picking up the living room (for the fourth time that day.) After about five minutes, I felt a little grab on my leg and Ethan was peering up at me... SOAKING WET! His little ringlets were dripping water on my freshly swept hardwood floor.

I knew the door to the bathroom was tightly closed (you learn some things the hard way) and I hadn't heard water splashing anywhere else. So, I followed the little guy back to Lance's room.

When we opened the door, the floor beside the door had a puddle, there was a puddle directly underneath the crib and water was dripping down the dresser drawers. The first question that came to my mind was "how did a water balloon explode in my son's room?"

So, I looked at Lance with my best tell-me-what-happened-or-else face and very calmly asked "Lance, why is your room all wet?"

Lance slowly pulls his sippie "cuppie" out from behind his back...takes a big suck of water... and SPEWS it towards me! He then immediately takes another mouthful and says "I made a meth (mess)" as water dribbles down his shirt.

It's these moments as a mother that leave me in a quandary... I want to laugh at him... No, I want to absolutely roll on the floor at the thought that this two year old rebel rouser has been spitting water on his innocent little brother for the past five minutes... BUT, at the same time, the "proper" mom in me knows that discipline is in order.

So, what's a mom to do?

Well, I'm not sure what anyone else does... but what I did was close the door before my giggles could escape... walk to my room, make sure the other little one was not around, and laugh... I laughed for a full two minutes before returning to Lance's room to administer his "punishment" of cleaning up his meth.