Poop

I don't know why I am always the one to deal with the potty, but tonight was priceless. Patrick thinks it is so funny to go potty. Lately he will repeatedly tell me, while I am getting him dressed, "I gonna pre on you." Please read it in a melodic mock, lately everything is in song or very dramatic. Then he says, "psssss!" And laughs hysterically. If I tell him that what he is saying is yucky, he does it more, so inhale to ignore his threats.

Now when he goes number 2 it is a different story. He will scrunch up his face, ask to hold my hands and then with the most forced and cheesy grin he begs for me to put my forehead against his and will try to push our heads together. Oh and at random times he will jumpnupnfromnthe potty and give me a bear hug. What a ham.

So tonight he was in his usual mood of pooping and he had started, but then went to touch it. I of course told him no and expressed how yucky it was. He stopped and with a sweet smile held my hands and then with all his force tried to put my hands in the potty and in the most quiet voice he whispered, as he looked stray into my eyes, as if he was giving me a serious reprimand, said, "TOUCH... THE...POOP.... KNOW."

Oh my, what am I going to do with him?