Potty humor. Kinda.

Let's talk three's again, shall we? I know the other day I rehashed how insane it is, this roller coaster of awesome and hellish, the mood swings of pure insane toddler joy and then complete heartbreak in the same day, hour, minute....but what I didn't mention is the hilarious things he comes up with, whether they're questions or games to play or yet another outfit thrown together in secret changing sessions. 

The other day his teacher mentioned that "his brain seems to be working faster than his little mouth can form the words" which, can I just say, NO SHIT SHERLOCK (sorry, she said this as if to relate it to him having ADD, which is another post in and of itself), but yes, his brain is going all the time and all day long he's asking questions and telling us stories. We of course get the "why?" thing about a million times, and he also loves to ask "are we there yet?" when we're in the car (about the 50th time my brain explodes and I just stop answering) but the question that bugs me most is about the bathroom. Not Eddie's bathroom, habits, but my own. Yes, I get the shakedown every time I head to the loo. "Momma?" He asks "Are you going pee or poo?" And I HAVE to answer, because if I don't he just shouts the question as if the response is a life or death matter. "AAAAAREEE YOU GOING POOOOOOOOOOOO????" (holy hell, the things I write about on here)

Lovely, right? Somehow announcing my intentions to the household before I do them makes it that much more embarrassing. But what is the kid supposed to do, ya know? Every time HE makes his way there, I'm giving him the 20 questions, asking if he's done yet or if he wiped his butt, remembered to flush, etc. Is this the age that I should be giving him some space in the potty? Because hell, I know I sure want mine back.