Good morning!

I woke up to an empty bed and stumbled out into the living room and saw that these two had just finished cooking breakfast.

He’s a real sneak, this one.

He’s potty trained during the day when it comes to pee. (Again, just want to clarify that we are talking about Ishu here).

But he holds his poop in ’til he’s in a diaper. And then waits to poop ’til he’s fully covered.

I think that’s pretty normal. But, it’s so funny how strategic he is.

Once we change that poopy diaper in the morning, he runs around naked ’til we get ready for school.

He’s got the cutest little butt and, sometimes when I’m in my super reflective moments wondering how the heck I built this little human, I point to it and say, “THAT’S MAMA’S BUTT.”

He used to respond with, “No, that’s Ishu’s butt.”

But, at some point in the last two weeks, he’s tried to rationalize with me and explain precisely why it is not my butt.

He says, “Because Ishu poops with it, it’s Ishu’s butt.”

Fair enough, man. Fair enough.

He’s also been really interested in SEEING his poop. Like, I can barely clean him up before he tries to turn around and get a glance at his work.

“I want to SEE the poop,” he says.

And when I do give him a little peek at it, his commentary is quite entertaining.

Sometimes he’ll describe it. “OH, IT’S A SEED POOP.” (That time he had passionfruit). Or “CORN POOP!” Or sometimes he’ll just get in real close and with a big smile, he’ll say, “There it is.”

I have a weird child.

But I love him and his cute little butt.

Not mama’s butt. Ishu’s butt.