Pooped out!

Tonight, as I tossed something into the kitchen trash can, I noticed a pair of underwear in there. Before picking them out, I looked at both boys and tried to see if I could tell who wasn't wearing theirs. When I  figured out it was Nixon, I asked what had happened. He replied with "I wipe myself yike a big big boy wit dem!" Child, I give you props for trying to wipe yourself, but that is what our disposable, flushable toilet paper is for. I decided to cut my loss and keep them in there, take out the trash, and pretend it didn't happen. Speaking of poop, I swear Nixon has a special built in radar for when I am sitting down to enjoy my food.  It seemed to be his favorite time to run to the bathroom and poop.  I always savor those few precious minutes of my food before I hear "I done nowwwwww!" To which he gives me a whole 30.2 seconds to bolt to the bathroom and wipe him before he gets frustrated and starts yelling. Usually after I wipe him, my appetite is lost, or the dog has jumped up and devoured every morsel of my meal. Oh well. Occupational hazard! 

Hayden has become pretty serious about his bathroom ritual. He doesn't want anyone near the bathroom whatsoever, requires specific reading material, and takes about 15 minutes to finish his duty before wrapping things up and then complaining to me about the smell in the bathroom.. -_-