Just as I'm about to get into the shower this morning, M (2) comes into our bathroom. I quickly notice that he is fully dressed (at 6:30 a.m.) and chewing something
"Good Morning!" I greet him. "What's in your mouth?"
"Gum," he says proudly. (It seems like such a big boy thing to do- chew gum- and it such a rare occurrence in our house. But I know that I rewarded someone with a pack of gum earlier in the week.)
"Wow." I say. "Did someone give you a piece of gum?" (I'd like to know the culprit.)
"Nope," he continues nonchalantly. "I found it."
"Oh!" I exclaim. (lucky him!) "And where did you find this gum?"
"On the potty." he says. And that's how a Friday begins around here.