It's a Potty Not a Pool!

Drew has been in rare form today. He's hit sister with sticks, threw gravel at her, ate dog food out of the dog's pan and picked up fossilized dog poop. In case you're curious, he said dog food tastes like broccoli. As if all of that is not enough mischief for one little boy in one day, I just pulled him out of the toilet. He said he needed to pee pee and poo poo, so I let him potty while I fixed a little bag of whole wheat crackers for them to take as a snack, while they played next-door at Allen's mom's house. In the time it takes to put a few crackers in a bag, Chloe starts yelling "Drew's in the potty," and laughing hysterically. Sure enough I went in there and he had his skinny little self sitting in the potty. I just shook my head in disbelief and removed him from the pot and put him in the tub. If you find life to be a little boring, just adopt a little boy; you'll have a constant source of amusement. I would advise that you get one that is already potty trained.