So Rascal has found the perfect way to combine potty training and delaying bedtime (as I suspect many 3 year olds do). Tonight he was upstairs with Cousin Marlowe getting ready for nigh-nights. Cuz came downstairs for something and somehow managed to hang downstairs long enough to kind of forget that Rascal was perched on the pot. I went up to check on him and found him as such:
Binkie in mouth.
Nuh-nee (his lovey) laid across his legs.
Walmart toy catalog from Christmas on the floor, opened to his favorite page.
He looked up and said to me: "I'm poopin'. Come sit down (pointing to the grown-up potty) and poop with me."
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