Mr. Fix It

At 5:45 this morning my son came into my room and announced that he was wet, cold and wanted to cuddle.

Attempting to hold on to the wisps of sleep that still entangled me, I told him to strip, go to the bathroom and then come and cuddle.

As he started to walk out of the bathroom, I could hear the toilet still running. Knowing that the sound would keep me from sleep, I asked him to jiggle the handle.

"Okay, Mommy! I fix," he said as he went back into the bathroom. I could feel the pull of sleep dragging me to slumber land.

Upon hearing the top lifted from the toilet tank, I bound from bed. I dashed into the bathroom to seeing my son holding a piece of the toilet in his hand and water spraying against the wall. He held his empty hand out towards me, to stop me from coming closer.

"No, Mommy. I help. I fix."

I gently removed the piece from his hand and place it on the counter and moved him away from the toilet.

As I turned the water off, I told him, "I know you want to help. But I think we'll get our plumber. Okay?"

He sighed and nodded.

As I cuddled my sleeping child (thankfully the adventure didn't keep him from sleeping a bit longer before school), I thought that I had best enlist the help of my handy friends and family to teach him how to fix things since he is determined to help.

I am sure we will encounter a great number of other misadventures on his path to becoming a true Mr. Fix It!