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.
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.