the hazards of potty training boys.

yesterday afternoon.

(scream, scream, scream! in the general direction of the bathroom)

me: what the heck is that?"

craig: it sounds like carter.

me: (getting up to see what's wrong) i wonder what's wrong with him?

craig: he's in the bathroom, i bet he just shut his thing in the toilet.

me: oh.

-i walk into the bathroom to find carter, jumping up and down while simultaneously peeing in the toilet and screaming. (he didn't miss by the way, thank heaven)

carter: scream, scream scream!

me: carter what's wrong?!

carter: (pointing to his what-not) i hurt my peepee!

me: how did you do that?

carter: (still crying) it got pinched in the toilet seat.

me: i'm sorry bud, sometimes these things just happen.

carter: yeah, i don't like that, mommy.

me: i don't either bud...

so this morning i'm giving him a bath:

carter: mommy! look, my pee pee has an owie!

i look down at it and sure enough, a little mini bruise right there on his pee pee. i really hope this doesn't affect his ability to have children.

poor. little. boy.