This morning before 7, as usually a little bug appeared on my side of the bed. As usual, I wrap my arm around that little body and pull him into my bed. This time as I wrapped my arm around him, I noticed something different. He was pant-less. He was sleeping diaper-less. Really? His words:
Mom, I neeeeeed you.
M: What is wrong?
I have poop on my bottom.
Daddy's attention has been gotten now. He says he will take care of it. Cool. He's my man girls! Don't fight!
Well, bug now reappears on my bedside wearing superhero underroos. I asked him if he had gone poop in his diaper. His answer:
yes, just a lilllll bit. And it looks like a dinosaur.
M: Where is your diaper?
B: in the dirty clothes.
M: IN THE DIRTY CLOTHES!!!????
Daddy: Uh, I'll go investigate.
Upon returning, Daddy confirmed diaper was in dirty clothes, and poop was found, but it didn't resemble a t-rex. And it was 'jus a lil bit.' The rest of the poop was in the potty.
I love this boy. Even if when he returned to my bed, had cold feet. AND, he continued to punch me in the chin. I asked him to stop punching me in the chin, but his response was: I trying to get closwer to you. AND GIRLS, he is mine too!