"Bad Mommy!"

Potty training is still in progress at the Lankard house. Noah had a diaper and I heard the tell-tale grunting sounds. I quickly ushered Noah over to the potty and helped him drop his drawers hoping there was still time. No such luck. He gave it the 'ole toddler try and sat down, but since business was over, he only sat there long enough for me to momentarily turn my attention away. He stood up, yanked up his drawers, and in doing so, smeared you know what ALL OVER the inside of his pants. Then, he proceeded to tease me from the opposite side of the coffee table just out of my reach.

When I finally got a hold of him, I was explaining to him--not even scolding-- how it was a bad boy to have an accident, that we should take care of business in the potty. He says to me, "NO! Bad mommy!"

I thought Ryan was going to pee his pants laughing in the other room. I had a hard time keeping my own face straight.

And so it begins...