So this morning, Jonathan tells me this story about how Dylan went #2 on the potty and Jonathan happened to walk in on him as he was getting down from the toilet without wiping and how there was, er, poop in Dyl's underpants...and Jonathan finishes up the story with a laugh and, "He's so cute."
So I'm thinking that when nasty poopy underwear gets lump-labeled "cute" in a description of gross childhood potty training issue from the dad who almost threw up every time he changed his first baby's poopy diapers, is the day we can say that we're at the next level, man.
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