In the potty.
The cute little blue one, that looks like it ought to be a Japanese footbath, or a designer doll-bathtub.
I'm not counting my underpants before they're... umm... not hatched, maybe just bought? but the toddler did his usual post-bath run back and forth to the potty last night and squeezed out an actual poop.
A big one.
Then another little itty bit.
Which landed on the floor. (Don't worry, I scooped it up right away).
We were careful to praise thoroughly, and reward the toddler with 5 chocolate chips, a treat normally reserved for Shabbat.
Who knows, maybe he really will be potty-trained before kindergarten!!
(I kid. He's 2 1/2.)
*Give me a break. My life is poop and work and fence-repair and cooking and watching my husband take pain pills. If we can't celebrate what we've got, how will we keep from going crazy?