The smallest fry in my house still requires a bit of “assistance” in the bathroom (frankly, I think he’s milking this whole baby of the family thing), so we are frequently treated with an observation.

Tonight:

“Look! It’s floating like a boat. Oh, and now it’s sinking like a cannonball.”

Look out MIT, here he comes!

In a few years, when eldest son is looking through his “School Days” book and asks why it smells the answer is “I don’t know” NOT that his littlest brother peed all over it when left for three minutes without a pull-up.

What? He said he “tried his hardest” to pee ten minutes earlier.

Oh yeah, and for all you worrying potty-training parents out there, he’ll be four in a few months.