There's a Frog in My . . . .

This weekend, while we were all lazing around on the couch, I made one of those noises.

Buddy, who was sitting on me, said, "What was that, Mommy?"

"I stepped on a frog."

He looked very concerned. And then he moved over to my feet and started looking at them. "Where's the frog, Mommy?"

He spent the rest of the day asking me about the frog.

And so then, yesterday, when he tooted, I said, "Buddy, did you step on a frog?"

"No, Mommy, there is no frog."

I guess we're no more ready for potty humor than we're ready for potty-training!