Yesterday morning while I had the boys to myself, I was cleaning up after breakfast and trying to convince Dexter to go to the bathroom.  He hadn’t since before he went to bed the night before, and now it had been something like 14 hours.  His bladder is AMAZING.  It looked like he was headed there, so I went back to the dishes, and Nicky called out, “he’s not doing it, Daddy.  He’s doing something else.”  <sigh>  Already tattling…  Anyway, I popped back out into the Living Room, and saw Dex at the bookshelf.  So I told Nicky, “it’s okay, Nic, Dex is just finding a book to read while on the toilet.  It’s what guys do.  Especially married ones, who want 30 seconds to themselves without being given a honey-do item by their beloved wives.”

Nic understood perfectly, and said, “Okay Daddy, wahoo!”  I’m not sure where the “wahoo” came from, but you just have to run with these things.  Then Dexter grabbed a book and headed for the potty.  Nic ran out to the family room, and I headed back to the kitchen to get on with the dishes.  Then I heard Nic struggling with something, and went back out to the living room and found that he’d taken the other potty from the kitchen over to the front door, was sitting next to Dexter, and asking Dexter to read the story to him.  Nic had used the potty 30 minutes earlier, but story time is story time, and he was not to be deterred.  They sat there for maybe 15 minutes, reading about Thomas and Gordon and Diesel 10.  It’s amazing how sociable and friendly two boys can be with their pants around their ankles, sitting on toilets next to the front door, reading stories.