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??"
Me: "Where did it come from? You?"
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."
(Oh, and he's eating his sandwich, and loving it.)