"Just do it!" I say, "You don't have to tell me every time you go to the bathroom."
Today definitely takes the cake, however. Lately he's been talking about his bowel movements when he has them, excitedly telling me that "the poo poo's are listening, Mommy!" I am assuming that is his explanation for how they ended up in the toilet. Earlier today, we were all settling in for my favorite hour of the day: quiet time! Veronica was already laying in my bed with the TV on, and I had sat down to my computer to check my email so the house was pretty quiet. Evan went in to use the bathroom before he had to head up to his room. All of a sudden I heard him in there quietly talking to himself, and the conversation, with Evan playing both parts, went a little something like this:
"Evan?"
"Yes?"
"You have to get those poo poo's to listen so they come out."
"Ok."
"You have to have a big BIG one that goes all in the potty!"
"Ok."
And then he started to grunt. I'm such a proud Mommy.
Why don't I remember there being this much drama surrounding Veronica and her poo poo's?
