Wednesday, April 18, 2012

our house this morning

Our sweet toddler prefers to go to the potty in private. Can you blame him? I do too, don't you?

So this morning, we heard the patter of little feet in the bathroom, before he called out "Mommy, Daddy, I done!" Husband opened the door to discover that he had, indeed, got up off the potty and started walking around, when he wasn't ... umm ... finished, leaving a trail of ... well, you know.

Then, I came around the corner, into the hallway.

Me: Oh my God.
Husband: What now?
Me: [Examining a foreign object on the carpet] ... oh, nevermind, it's just a raisin.

Ahh. Never a dull moment.

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