Maybe the fact he's standing 2 feet away from a 48 inch tv at my parents house helps explain it, but while we were at the pool today Trot had to go to the bathroom.
So he did.
On the concrete.
4 feet away from the bathroom door.
As I was pouring water on the area he defiled and yelling my head off at him I was also pontificating on why he does these things. He KNOWS where the bathroom is, has been potty trained for around 2 years now, and by now should realize how serious the situation is by the color of my ears, sort of like the now defunct Homeland Security Terror designations.
I think by the end of my rant he realized we were at Defcon 5 with really nowhere else to go.
Thankfully I didn't have my Mom's blood pressure machine close by at the time 'cause I'm fairly certain I would have broken it.
Ang has 25 more months of Masters classes to take before it's all over.
If you are a betting sort of person, go to Vegas and take the over on me not making it 'til the end.