Owen: "I have to go poop I have to go poop I have to go poop" (while running to the bathroom holding his bottom as to make sure it doesn't fall out!)
Me: "Ok let's go buddy, mommy will help you" (I help him get up and situtated while he continues to hold his bottom)
Owen: "Leave mommy I need some alone time."
Alone time??? What?!? When did he become a 50 year old man who takes the paper into the crapper.
They grow up so fast.
