The Spindly Nasturtiums

Photos like these remind my head to think nice things

about these miniature people–

lest the only thought in my brain regarding them be,

“Horton hears a tinkle, but what age do y’all need to be before the pee actually goes into the toilet instead of getting mopped up by my pasty white heinie when it hits the seat?”

They have made me Human Charmin, so they do well to pump up the cuteness on occasion and save their own sorry asses.



By Jocelyn

There's this game put out by the American Girl company called "300 Wishes"--I really like playing it because then I get to marvel, "Wow, it's like I'm a real live American girl who has 300 wishes, and that doesn't suck, especially compared to being a dead one with none."


  1. well, i can’t say as mine ever had a consistently poor aim problem but by golly how hard is it to flush the friggin toilet?????

    yeah, good thing they are cute…..

  2. Miniature beans rock. They make the world a much more beautiful and magical place to live in. Even when we want to kill them. 😉

  3. That’s the thing about the little ones, whether human or animal. Their cuteness saves their life many a time.

  4. In my experience, the wee never learns to make it in the toilet.

    I like how they are hugging like they love each other and always share. Bery, bery cute.

  5. What kind of drug did you give them to make them sit still for that photo? and what is Niblet’s penchant for ties about do you think? will he eventually start wearing an ascot and smoking a pipe? or will he be more of a GQ/Details kind of superboymodelwaiter?


  6. Ha! Love this. Only it’s poop in our house and my butt does not touch it. Nobody is capable of flushing the toilet!! Every time I use the potty, there’s somebody else’s little load.

  7. I don’t really have anything to say about pee, but I wanted to say hi, and let you know I’m still alive. Hi!

  8. Yeah, good thing they’re cute. At least you know from whom the pee comes. There’s some unknown person at work that does that about once a month, which makes you approach the staff toilet with the same caution as you’d approach a toilet full of invisible sharks.

  9. I’ve gotten to the point always wiping the seat with T/P before I sit regardless of whether there are drips or not.

  10. I reckon there’s a biological imperative that deadens a parent’s sense to how effing irritating their children really are. I go out to restaurants and am horrified to see parents smiling benignly at their little shits tearing the place up.

    As an ex-teacher, I have no qualms about loudly questioning this behaviour.


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