We were driving around last week, trying to find a new house, when Riley began to shout something from the backseat.
“Pharaoh! Let us go Pharoah! It’s not nice!” he said.
“Pharaoh isn’t nice,” Tessa said.
“Pharaoh is mean to Moses,” Riley said.
“Mean,” Emmett said.
We studied Passover at school and we brought all of our new found knowledge home. Riley saw a picture of a basket in a book and he told Mom that Moses was in the basket. Tessa talked about how she played with lice at school. (In actuality, we were learning about the plagues and Tessa made a picture with black glitter, which was supposed to be lice. So, just so we are clear, no real lice.) Emmett got to part the waters of the Red Sea, and he really enjoyed doing it.
We’ve been looking for a new house for a while now. We don’t have enough rooms in the house as it is (reference the Thunderdome incidents) and when our new little sister comes home, if we have to further double up on rooms, Mom and Dad’s tenuous grip on sanity might permanently be lost. I’m not joking when I say that we’ve driven 100’s of miles looking for a new home.
Anyway, when we were out in an area where homes were currently being built, Riley decided he had to pee. Dad spotted a Port-a-Potty and he ducked in there with Riley. It happened to be blue, which is Riley’s favorite color. When Riley was done, Emmett decided he had to go. And when Emmett was done, Tessa tried to take her diaper off and say she needed to go too. A good time was had by all. Except for Dad who experienced an anxiety attack trying to get both boys to pee without actually touching anything inside the potty.
Later in the week, while driving around a different neighborhood, Riley saw another Port-a-Potty and said that he had to pee and he preferred to go in the blue potty.
“It’s a good potty. It’s blue. I like it,” Riley said.
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