Last night at our most bizarre BBQ, as everyone was sitting and talking and playing in the den, Johnathan jumps up, runs out of the room and says he'll be right back. We assumed he was going into his room to grab another toy.
A minute later he waddles into the den with his pants and underwear around his ankles and announces to everyone that he has gone potty and needs help. He can get them down but can't get them back up.
A few minutes later he sprints out again, this time Ben follows. He returns (clothed this time) to stand in the middle of the room and announce to everyone (loudly) that he has gone poopy AND pee-pee.
No comments:
Post a Comment