Toddlers love them! They love throwing their toys in them. They love flushing them. They even love splashing toilet water (yes, this has happened and no, there was no urine or feces at the time - thank goodness!)
Their fascination with toilets is quite amusing.
Recently, however, my son is less interested in what he can throw inside the toilet. He's more interested in what's on it: ME. What does that mean for me? It means that I can no longer go to the john in peace. I now have a companion every single time I go. When he sees me going in, he gears up, follows me in and sits right on my lap. Its almost as if he's on an amusement ride - he loves the thrill of being on my lap while I sit on the toilet.
Now, I know what you're thinking - how cute!!! Ah, no.
Before my son learned how to walk the toilet was an escape - a mini vacation if you will. It was the place where I can go to be alone for at least 5 minutes. It was the place where I can play Candy Crush uninterrupted for 5 whole lives. It was the place where I can check my email and browse Instagram in peace.
The days of mini vacations are gone. Gone with the wind.
And while I have partially accepted this, my appreciation for toilets is much greater now than it ever was.