Bad Sign

On my way to pick up the boys from preschool today, I passed one of their classmates in the hall.

"Tory pooped!" she exclaimed.

I braced myself and entered the boys' room. Their carpet cleaner was in full gear, sounding like a flock of humming birds. Both boys had pooped and taken off their pants. Ian had apparently stepped in it, so he we're gets to wear new shoes tomorrow.

I was a little surprised when their preschool said they were up for potty training. This is why. Hopefully they'll be a little better by the end of the week.