Typical boy.

When I pictured what a little boy would be like, I did picture this...

... and this..

 

Sure, maybe even this (considering his 1/3 scottish back ground)...

I definitely pictured this...

But this...

... Not quite.

(Yes, that is a potty stuck around his neck)

So let me tell you the little story that went with this little predicament.

 It happened while I was feeding Jakey (which is usually the time Noah gets into mischief). He told me he needed to go to the potty, so off he went- only to return saying "can you help me mummy?" I thought "help you go to the potty?" before I actually turned to see what he meant... help him get out of the potty.

After the "Noah! That's disgusting!" feeling, I just couldn't help but laugh- until I realised just how stuck it was- but even then, it was pretty funny. Considering he got it past his head in the first place, I assumed it wouldn't be too difficult to remove it, but it was. Then the tears and panic came.

So when I failed to remove it (at this point I think Noah thought he was going to have a potty head forever), I called the pro of tricky situations... Joe.

However, Joe failed to realise at first how serious the situation was because he suggested "get him to sit on the couch and wait for me, I should be home in an hour" to which I stressed the point that the kid had a toilet seat around his neck! Who on earth would want to sit around for an hour with a toilet seat around their neck? Not me, and not even the little culprit Noah...

So he waited eagerly and nervously outside for daddy to come home and save him. Luckily, daddy took our desperation seriously and was home in 15 mins to save the day. 

Noah was left with a few bruises and grazes around his ears (it was stuck on there good!) and with the "no putting the potty through your head" lesson learnt, I thought to myself "he won't be doing that again". Well, I thought wrong. He did do it again, just the other day. Typical boy.