Poopfoot

Yesterday, Mechelle had to run back out to work so I fed the boys, gave them their baths and then let them run around the house naked for a while. They were crazy happy.

The whole time I had been asking hunter if he was going to be a "big boy" and poop on the potty like his big brother. 

Tom: So Reed, where do big boys poop?

Reed: Big boys poop on the potty, Daddy.

Anyway, hunter comes to me as he is runnning around nakesd and says --",Poop, potty, poop potty."

I grab him under one arm and bound up the steps to the upstairs toilet. As I lift the lid to the potty I feel my foot squish into something soft and hot. My heart sink, I look down, a turd is squishing out from under either side of my foot. 

I am so inured to stuff like this --you get bummed but not queasy or alarmed. this stuff just happens. 

I put Hunter on the little potty and begin to clean the floor and my foot. Meanwhile hunter drops another brown-green link into the potty. Reed and I celebrate his success --Hunter is very excited.

Enough running around naked --I get everone dressed and we chill-out.

--TB