So. Hi. Been awhile. Going to try to get better about that, but -- I know, I know -- you've heard that one before.
This one is in grand mommyblogging tradition, here, but it cracked me up this morning. (And no, we're not potty training. Not really. Not yet. I don't know.)
Patrick wakes up.
Molly: Hey, buddy. Do you need to go potty?
Patrick: [points downstairs]
We go downstairs, and -- oh, what the hell -- into the bathroom, where I sit Patrick upon his own special mini throne.
Patrick: [sits there, looking around. Nothing happens.]
Patrick: Up!
Molly: Do you want to get up? Are you all done?
Patrick: All done!
He gets up and stands on the rug in front of the shower. And pees.
Molly: Patrick! You're supposed to do that in the potty!
Patrick: [picks up his potty and hands it to me. Smiles.]
