We're in the gym locker room. I'm changing into my bathing suit (bottom's on, top, not so much). Parker calls out from the bathroom stall. He's stuck on the toilet, and can't get off because it's too tall (we use a step stool at home). He's locked the door and this half naked women is not about to crawl under the stall and unlock it.
What's a Desperate Mom to do? Why, send Dillon under to unlock the door. That's right. That's what 3 year-olds are for.
And one more:
Why are four-year olds so interested in their poop? I'm finishing my dinner tonight and Parker calls out from the bathroom, "Mom, you have to come see this." Yay for me!