We stayed home from church this morning because I’m still under the weather. So the boys are playing in their room and listening to a story as we’re enjoying a quiet Sunday. Apparently Peter had helped Seth unbutton his pants so he could go potty. Suddenly we hear Seth crying hysterically in the bathroom and we both jump up and go running to him. As we get there he’s standing in front of the currently-flushing toilet with his drawers around his ankles, obviously relieved to see us. He sobbed, “I didn’t go poop!” and then, pointing at the toilet as it finished flushing, calmed down with an effort, smiled and said, “It was trying to overflow!” Jerome never flushes because he’s afraid that it will overflow, now Seth is developing a flush phobia. I don’t know if there’s a name for that phobia, but it seems like they are not alone.
The other morning we were sitting at the breakfast table and as Seth was kicking his feet under his chair he said “My feet are singing! Sing with me, Jerome, it’s about the Lord Jesus!” So they both start kicking their feet. 🙂