Ladies and gentlemen...your American Idol!

This morning I laid Zoodle on the floor to get his diaper changed and get him dressed. I unbuttoned and unzipped his footie pajamas while he craned his neck to watch whatever was on PBS Kids.

Chickie giggled. "He looks like a rock star!" she said. "Like on American Idol."

I smiled. "What do you mean?"

She explained, "Because part of his shirt is unbuttoned!"

Hmm, very perceptive, that girl. (And maybe still a little obsessed with shirtless males?)

So here he is, folks...your American Idol!

Monday Micro: Potty training

Zoodle occasionally shows interest in going pee pee in the potty, so I suppose we're in the very early stages of potty training. Last night he wanted to go, and Chickie was in the bathroom too. She wants to "help." Mommy's running commentary went something like this:

"Okay, Zoodle, here we go. No, Chickie, don't touch him there. Just let it out, Zoodle! You're doing great! No, Chickie, you don't need to 'squeeze it out of him.' Stop squeezing him! Stop it! Don't touch him. Just don't touch him. I'm going to have to make you leave the room if you don't stop touching him. You can do it, Zoodle! Did you do it? Okay, keep trying. No, you don't need to flush the potty unless you actually go pee pee. You want to go poopie? Great! Just push it out! All done? Okay, good try."

So do you think I really could leave the potty training to Chickie? I wouldn't mind passing along that particular responsibility....

Six Word Saturday!

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My words:

Zoodle, can next week be boring?

And a bonus six words, by way of explanation:

Preferably no Poison Control or fevers.