Last week I walked into my bathroom to find a naked little kid standing on my toilet, one foot on either side of the seat, pooping and going through the make-up on the counter at the same time.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled.
"Cleanin' up," he answered.
I angrily explained why long distance pooping was a terrible idea and told him to never ever do it again.
"I do it all a time and nuttin' ever goes bad," he insisted.
Lo and behold, there was evidence of long distance pooping gone wrong in their bathroom this morning. I was beyond furious and between his habit of nervous laughter and the poop smeared all over the bathroom (he had attempted clean up), I'd say it's a miracle everyone made it out of this situation alive and unharmed.
What is he thinking when he does these things??
Do I even want to know?