This just happened and made me laugh. I heard Dylan walk past the office door on his way, I thought, to the bathroom. Next I see him laying on top of Turtle. I say, "I thought you were going pee pee", to which he replies "No, my butt is going poopy". I say,"then why don't you get you butt on the potty". He replies, "Ok, Daddy", like I've taken all the fun out of the bathroom adventure.
This has been a main component of our bed and nap time schedule of events for a few weeks now, the "I gotta go potty" trip to the bathroom. Where he typically leaves enough pee to cover the bottom of the potty chair or nothing at all. It's all a stalling technique...but sometimes, like today, he tells the truth.
"Daddy, come look at my poopy and pee pee!" Dylan yells from the bathroom. After the potty chair was emptied, cleaned, and sanitized, I enter his room, he informs me that he will be sleeping with a football. So I tuck him back into bed, tell him that I love him, and kiss him goodnight.
No baby news! Damnit!
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