“poop!” he says to me, proud and excited.
“Do you need to poop, Buddy?”
Of course, I have my shirt pulled up, nursing OBrother on an office chair I rolled into the playroom. This should be fun.
I stand up, manage to keep OBrother latched, and walk to the bathroom. I kick-slide one of the ikea toddler potties we have strewn about the house into the playroom. OBoy helps me pull down his swim trunks and clingy swim diaper (we had just come in from the sprinkler).
Then he sits. Still nursing the baby, I talk him through it from back in the office chair.
I’ll let you imagine how clean up goes.