#2

Monday night, Jack comes into the room dancing on his tippy toes and hurriedly tries to get my attention. Judging by the aroma surrounding him, one would think 'isn't it about 4 minutes too late to be indicating that you have to go #2?' He is adamant that he needs to go potty (I can tell by the hands he has placed over his bum and on top of his diaper while dancing).

So, I clean him up and he runs into the potty... where the following scene takes place:


And he claps and screams for his achievement. As he should. But, you might see what appears to be a raisin. You might look at this and think, "Self, I wonder why there is a raisin in that toddler potty". Wonder no longer.. it isn't a raisin.

Yay for pebble poo's!