I was sitting at the computer logging my breakfast into MFP.
The twins Tater & Squdge were dancing around the living room to The Silly Pizza Song from Signing Time. Eight month old Peach was crawling around innocently all cute and pink.
One of them yelled out, "Potty!"
I whipped around in my office chair to see BOTH 23-month olds with their cloth diapers half off.
I decided it was time to log out and right this situation.
"Ooh! Bring them here please," I said in my most convincing and sweet/you're-not-going-to-get-chastised voice.
As if it was planned, they bolted to the play room sat down and pottied on the carpet at the same time.