Mr. Evil

It was a cool rainy day, that kind of day that is perfect for running around the house. While my mom was at her desk doing some work I sat at the other end coloring.

“Do you have to potty?” my mother asked.

“No ma’am” I replied. She went back to working and I continued coloring. All of a sudden I got a feeling. My face went pail and my body felt bloated.

“Uh oh I have to potty” I thought to myself. Ever since my parents took away my training potty I’ve been holding my bladder for as long as I can. You see, our toilet is not like other toilets…it’s EVIL!! Once I went to use it, I lifted the seat just like I was taught to do, and when I sat down *splash* I fell in. Toilet water was everywhere and my mother came running in to see what happened. She pulled me out and left to get the mop. I looked back at the toilet and it laughed at me. Can you believe that? The toilet laughed at me.

I squirmed around in my seat doing my infamous potty dance. My mother looked back at me and asked once again if I needed to potty. Of course I said no, I wasn’t going to that evil thing. But she could tell by the paleness of my face that I wasn’t telling the truth. I got up and slowly walked to the bathroom, which had to have been the longest walk of my 2 year old life!

I opened the door, climbed my stool, and turned on the light. There was Mr. Evil staring back at me. I screamed and ran back into my mother’s office as fast as I could. She got up, took me by the hand, and led me back down that long hallway into the bathroom.

She walked to Mr. Evil, opened his mouth, and signaled for me to come over. As I walked up to him everything around me turned black and grey. I could feel my legs getting weaker the closer I got to him. Just when she lifted me to place me on the seat…

“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” The sound of my alarm woke me up. I was covered in sweat and out of breathe.

“It was just a dream” I whispered to myself as I got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. When I turned on the light I got a familiar feeling, there was Mr. Evil once again staring back at me. Looks like I’ll be wearing pull-ups forever.


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