I'm currently hiding in front of the computer while Steve deals with the joys of a failed attempt at potty training.
Sam thinks it's hilarious that he has smeared poop all over the living room and is delighting in running around pointing out the poop spots.
"There Daddy...and there...and there!"
I'm giggling silently while pretending not to hear.
Steve, however, fails to see the humor.
ewwww! Don't you wish you were him?