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Big Brother has had a crappy day. He's been to the bathroom too many times to count. He doesn't seem to be sick. I'm sure he just ate something funky that is not agreeing with him. All I know is every trip to the toilet has added one more laugh to my day.

Every time he uses the bathroom he has to let everyone know, "I'm gonna stink it up in here!"

During his first trip this morning, he was sitting on the throne, completely bottomless. It's quite obvious you can't poop with your pants on. Already in the midst of becoming a man he asked, "Can you get me a book to read?"

Not just any book. He wanted the potty book; the one book that he never cared for while I was trying to potty train him. Now that he's been on his own for over a year, I guess the potty book is the one that moves things along quite smoothly. The potty book was nowhere to be found so my little man had to settle on his second choice saying, "Get me the kitty book."

If I couldn't find my book with the crazy looking little boy carrying around his big pot full of poop, I'm sure the kitty book would be the next best thing. Sure enough, it got the job done.

After a few more trips to the bathroom, we were outside playing frisbee when Big Brother announced he needed to pee. This is one of the many perks of having boys; you don't even have to go inside to pee. Big Brother thinks peeing outside is the coolest thing in the world. He also seems to think he invented it. Either way, it makes my life a little easier that he can just whip it out anywhere at anytime to relieve himself. Wish I had those powers. They would have come in handy while I was pregnant.

Big Brother ran over to the side of the house to his favorite peeing grounds. He pulled his pants down to water the grass and as I looked up to see his little bare butt on the horizon, he yelled, "I'm 'bout to poop!"

Lovely. I ran as fast as I could to get him as my voice rose in a crescendo, "Please don't poop. Please don't poop! PLEASE don't poop! PLEASE DON'T POOP!"

I pulled his underwear up, grabbed him and ran to the front door laughing my head off. I sent him off to the toilet yet again to get down to business. He was glad to see his book sitting beside the sink and once again the kitty book saved the day.