When you gotta go, you gotta go!

It is a tradition that leads back to the days when Randy and I dated, that he has a Bob the Builder candle holder on his birthday cakes. (He was a Building Construction and Contracting major back then.)

When I cleaned out some kitchen drawers this weekend, the kids found it and started playing with it.





So, yesterday, Charlotte brought it to me saying, "Poop, poop!" as only her sweet baby mouth can say! So I said, "Oh, did Bob poop?" She nodded that he had, as she pointed to his feet.

She left the room, and returned a few minutes later with the same "Poop, poop," which she indicated Bob had done. And again, she left.

So after a couple of times of this, I went to find out where she was going when she left the room. I found her in my bathroom dipping Bob into the toilet as she exclaimed, "Poop, poop!"

I did not stop for a picture, but began to furiously wash her hands!

I'm not sure Randy will want that on birthday cakes in the future!