I was in the middle of making dinner when Rosi bounced into the kitchen to tell me, "Mo-om, Ian is taking his diaper off!"
Caught up in stirring constantly, I chose to ignore her latest communique. You'd think I would know better by now.
Thirty seconds passed and she came back, "Mo-om, Ian peed on the floor!"
I thought boys were supposed to be ready for toilet training later than girls. I figured I'd have a good three years before I needed to worry about this sort of thing.
Anybody know how to sign, "You're early; come back to me in 19 months"? You'd think they'd include these important phrases in those baby signing DVDs.