A little while after I put the boys down for a nap, I hear from downstairs, "Mom, come wipe my bum!" Super confused I went to investigate. See the only bathroom we have is upstairs and Simon was supposed to be sleeping, downstairs.
Sure enough, there is Simon, pants down looking at me with a big smile.
Totally proud of himself, he says, "I pooped outside!" Seriously!?! I hadn't even heard the door open...very sneaky.
After making him scoop his own poop and having a talk about why we don't poop outside, he walked inside the house and said,
"I WISH I WAS A DOG."