We were already operating on the "Late and Getting Later" plan this morning when The Rooster announced that she needed to poop on the potty.
Two mornings ago she pulled this off for the first time and then managed to do it again later at daycare.
This morning K was in the bathroom shaving and The Mayor was sitting on the lid of the toilet talking to him.
In response to her request, I whisked The Rooster into the bathroom.
[Yet another hallmark moment of familial bathroom togetherness! The Joys!!]
Because we were in a hurry, I tugged The Rooster's pull up down and sat her on the little potty.
Then I saw the folly of my hubris.
The Rooster had already... uh... moved the goods.
Poo spilled out of the pull up and coated her backside and the potty seat.
K ran for cleaning supplies.
The Mayor, still perched on the lid of the big toilet, chuckled happily.
Then, in an alarmingly satisfied tone of voice, he said,
"Heh. Heh. Nice one, Rooster!"
Clearly they are united in sibling solidarity to pursue strategies to stick it to us whenever possible.
I sense collaborative teen doom in our future.
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Organizing for Chaos since 2004