Today, I walked into the kitchen to help Mikey make himself a sandwich. (strawberry jam, sour cream, parmesan cheese, cheddar cheese, and bologna...that's another story.) Mikey says, "Mom, don't step in that" right as I'm stepping down on something. I lift my foot to see a now squished ball of brown stuff.
I ask Mikey, "What is that? Poop??"
Mikey: "Yep."
Me: "Where did it come from? You?"
Mikey: "Yep."
Me: "Why??"
Mikey: "I don't know..."
*Sigh* I love potty training for months and months...
So I clean up the floor. Then Mikey is kind enough to remind me. "Mom, you still have poop on your foot."
Thanks, kid.
(Oh, and he's eating his sandwich, and loving it.)
1 comment:
oh gosh. he sounds quirky just like my brighton. they keep you laughing!
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