"Daddy, I have something..."

***WARNING - POO POST.  IF YOU DON'T HAVE A STRONG STOMACH, STOP HERE!***

Let me set the scene.  Danny and I were rushing around to get ready for our respective Monday night meetings, dressed up, and trying our best not to step on little Johnny who is trying to get into every cabinet.  Christian comes in with an impish grin, stark naked, with his hand behind his back.  He tells Danny, "Daddy, I have something on my finger for you."  I looked at Danny and he had a worried look on his face.  I think it might have been mommy intuition, but I just knew it was poo.  Usually I turn to laugh but I couldn't make it, I bursted at the seams with laughter (in fact, I'm still laughing).  Christian repeated himself a couple of times and then revealed his poopy finger to a disgusted and mortified Danny, who swiftly escorted him into the other bathroom to get cleaned up.

This was one of those moments that I won't soon forget.  From Christian's face to Danny's reaction, CLASSIC PARENTHOOD!