Gross

Ok, today I bought Wy a potty chair-he's been saying "poo poo" when he feels like he needs to go, so since I'm home all summer I figured might as well give it a shot. If tonight is any indicator of what's to come, start a diaper fund now...I could tell by his face turning red that it was that time, so I yanked him out of his high chair (watching Pooh of all things) and rushed him to the bathroom. I yanked off his diaper to find it was rather runny Pooh, and apparently he had carrots at Monica's house today. Anyway, I put him on his potty to finish, which he did, gave him a few minutes, and cleaned him up. As I'm cleaning runny Pooh off of the potty chair, he proceeds to empty a grown man's size bladder on the bathroom floor only seconds after getting off of his poty chair. Cole's gagging, I'm laughing, and Wy's running around naked. If you were having a bad day before reading this, here's your laugh for the day. Love all-