This is our kitchen floor. More specifically -- what you can't see (but it's there!) is a small, almost clear puddle (puddle? piddle?) on our kitchen floor.
Here's the scene. It's after dinner and hubby and I are clearing the table. Middle daughter has run off to play upstairs and Mr. Man, our 2.5 year old, is underfoot. We've just taken him out of his high chair and he's chatting with us in the kitchen as we clear the table and start cleaning up after dinner. (He's just gotten really talkative! It's that really fun stage where each day he can express himself a bit more - he learns new words almost daily.)
I'm at the sink rinsing dishes and then I hear this:
Hubby: "Uh, what are you doing?"
Mr. Man: "Peeing!"
Hubby: hysterical laughter
Mind you - he's still in diapers. But hubby turned around from loading the dishwasher to see Mr. Man shall we say.. assuming the pose. His stance was perfect.
The funny part is the EFFORT he had to go to. I mean - he's wearing a diaper after all. So he had to shove his pants and diaper down a bit .
We guess he's either marking his territory... or telling us he's ready for potty training.
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