*** Warning*** Objectional matieral to follow. Those without kids might not want to read.
I've debated over putting this up - but know there are a few of you who will appreciate it despite the context.
I'm cleaning the bedroom, and Eli comes out of the bathroom with no pants on.
I look at him, confused, and ask him "What are you doing?"
He replies "I had to go poopy."
Still confused, I ask "Do you need help wiping or something?
He cheerfully answers :
"No thanks. Dad already got to the bottom of it. "