I am being held hostage in the bathroom as little man deposits his first official load in the toilet. Seems normal enough right?
Not so much because he is babbling on about how he’s letting out the baby poop, sister poop, Mommy poop and Daddy poop each time asking me to look at it. Oh joy!
Wait, wait news flash he just brought home a puppy poop (direct quote). Again, this is pure joy (not). Hey! Mom, all the poop is home I am done.
Well happiness all around… you are done, I can breathe again and we are nailing this potty training thing! Praise the Lord