This, for your reference, is our bathroom. It's a normal bathroom. Toilet, sink, cupboard. Nothing fancy. The importance of this picture lies in the tale to come.
Kate's had a nasty rash. If she has a temperature, then the rash means one thing. If she doesn't, then it means some other thing. The rash is hot to the touch as though she has a bad sunburn everywhere so we are constantly fooled into taking her temperature. Well, the last time we took her temperature she and Daddy P were lying on our bed and I went to retrieve the thermometer from the cupboard above the toilet. She wants us to each have our temperatures taken (glad this is an ear thermometer) so we take turns all around. Everyone is normal, by the way.
Kate then grabs the thermometer and shoots out of the room. The adults, temporarily thrown off by having a moment alone together, get distracted by kissing for no more than 10 seconds when we hear the toilet seat shut. Daddy P gets up and sprints down the hallway only to find Kate standing in the bathroom, no thermometer in sight. I think the worst: a toilet water soaked ear thermometer. But no, not in the toilet. Daddy P searches everywhere, and finally finds the thermometer: right where it belongs, in the cupboard above the toilet. Directly next to Kate's medicines.
Needless to say, we are re-thinking "child proofing" for a 20 month old.
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