My boys have cute butts. They do. They take after Daddy. Yes, I just said that.

And although I love their little butts, seeing one on the baby monitor while they’re supposed to be napping does not make me smile.

pixelated poop for your protection

This is not a potty chair. Nope. It’s not. It’s their Ikea Egg chair.

I think we’ll stop saying “potty chair” and just go with “potty”. Because clearly there is some confusion.

And since Grandma thinks it’s funny… the rest of the story.

I thought I had it all cleaned up. Until Caden started screaming UH-OH! UH-OH! while pointing at something else. Apparently Adam stepped in the poop and then climbed up onto Noah’s bed… using the fan as a step stool.

The sh*t hit the fan.

Their room smells fantastic now.

Ahh… boys. Gotta love them.