The other night, it was time for Parker to use the potty before bed. Do you know the cushy insert that goes on the toilet to help a toddler stay above water? It was missing.
"Parker, what did you do with your cushy potty piece?" we asked.
"I don't know!" Parker shouted happily, and we thought suspiciously.
We did not believe him. He had done something with that potty ring, and we needed to find it. God only knew where it was!
"Parker! Where did you put it?" we continued.
"I don't know!" Parker asserted.
"You better remember where you put it. We need to find it," we said as we walked around the house, looking under beds, inside closets, behind toy boxes.
Then, we heard Parker shout, "Dobby has it!"
We laughed. Yeah right. Dobby has it. Good one.
We didn't hesitate for a moment and continued on our quest to find the damn thing. "Parker! Dobby does not have it! Where is it?!"
"Dobby has it! He does!" Parker shouted and giggled. The giggling didn't add to his believability. He just sounded like a really bad liar.
Then, my husband shouted, "Dobby does have it! Come look!"
Busted. Damn cat drinking the toilet water again.