That one day I’d walk into my boys room to find my youngest actually LICKING lotion off the carpet where his big brother obligingly spread it.
That my potty trainee toddler would come waddling into the living room with a turd IN HIS HAND saying, “I found the poop!” Oh my, I certainly hope there are no more to find.
That I would find the “missing poop” from the last statement while trying to help clean up the lotion from the first statement.
That I would ever hear a huge splashing noise like the sound of a cup being spilled followed by the loud words, “Uh-oh, I peep!”
Or that I would be oh-so-thankful that it happened in the kitchen rather than anywhere with carpet. I just don’t think I could handle that after the above poop incident.
That I would find myself telling my son, “Go in the kitchen and clean up your pee-pee.”
That I would find both boys STANDING on top of the changing table in their room knocking their heads against the wall to create a huge commotion.
The bedroom door is now “off limits” to be closed.
Just thought I’d share. 🙂