Henry's butt was looking a little red yesterday so I took his diaper off and let him run around in the buff for a while. I set the computer up so he could watch "The Wheels on the Bus" on youtube while I snuck into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I peeked into the room to check on him, he was standing up in his daddy's chair, legs wide apart, staring down at the seat. I took a closer look and lo and behold, he had wee-wee'd all over the chair. And he apparently wasn't too keen on sitting back down in it. Can't say I blame him. I wiped it up with a washcloth while Dave went and got some industrial strength (but environmentally safe) cleaner with which to cleanse the chair. Thoroughly.
While Dave rabidly disinfected, I introduced Henry to his potty and he practiced sitting on it, closing the lid, and saying "Bye-bye poop!" which was followed by him asking me for "More poop", presumably so he could say bye-bye to it again, although there wasn't any there to actually bid adieu to in the first place. It was interesting responding to a two-years old's call for more poop. I highly recommend it.
And that is the most exciting thing that's happened around here since tumbling on Wednesday.