Caelism of the Day

Well, friends, after a long slump, Graham provided us with poop #3 on the potty this afternoon, reassuring me that his earlier successes were not just flukes, but might be the beginning of potty training progress.

Cael saw it differently.  

After his nap, Cael had a revelation and quickly bounded up the stairs where I was working on a project (to be revealed later).

"Mommy!  Graham did a poop on the potty like a big boy!"

"Yeah, but that was a few hours ago."

"But Mommy, if he poops on the potty that means he's a big boy.  Big boys wear underpants and go to preschool."

"Graham's not quite old enough for those things yet.  But you are!"

"Yep.  But I can't drink beer."

"Uh, NO you can't."

"Nope.  I guess I can't."

And with that he wandered off to line some more trains up somewhere.  I breathed a sigh of relief that they were trains and not beer cans.  I guess motherhood has changed a lot over the years.