This morning we had a pooping incident. After many blissful mornings of Josie pooping happily on the potty, I got lazy and was looking through a kitchen remodel magazine and ignoring the nagging feeling that my baby had things she needed to do. Then the smell and I look down to the floor where my joy was quietly playing and see a poopy mess. The boys immediately notice my reaction and why and Parker says calmly, "Take her in the bathroom, Mom, and I'll give her a bath while you take care of the floor." I wipe her off as much as I can and take her into the bathroom. When I go back to the bathroom two minutes later she was all clean and happy in the tub with her big brother.
Really, where did this child come from? I must have done something in a past life that allows me to share this one with Parker.