Payton, Lincoln, and I were out in the courtyard having a picnic and enjoying the nice weather. Then I hear the words, "Mommy, I have to go potty!"
Payton is to the point that she can go into the bathroom and get started on her own she just needs help "finishing up". So I told her to go in and get started and I would be in in a minute.
As I walked into the bathroom my eyes immedeately went to a suspicious pile on the floor, then splatters on the front of the toilet, and lastly splatters on the shower curtain.
Where do I even start? Yuck!