We had friends over the other day. I was visiting and nursing the baby when I heard strange sounds from downstairs. My friend was kind enough to check on Rusty (the assumed culprit) and she found him sitting, fully clothed, on a little potty in the laundry room bathroom.
Whenever I’m changing Tommy’s diaper and Rusty is nearby, he’ll come into the bathroom with us and park on the boys’ stool. He usually has a book in his hands, so he just sits and reads while I take care of things.
One of his most frequent words is “nack.” I hear it a lot. An awful lot. Usually it is accompanied by a smack on the pantry door. It is Rusty’s word for snack. He has a preference for goldfish crackers. In a bowl. With a cup of water. While sitting on the step stool.
Maybe we need to get him his own little seat!