TMI

As we were getting ready to load into the car to go to school this morning, Osten came running back into the house announcing that he had an urgent need to use the bathroom. I hurried him along and went to help get Marci situated in the car because in our house every minute counts in the morning especially the minutes just before we are ready to leave for school. Osten soon appeared by the back door. As I helped him get his shirt tucked back in, I inquired about his bathroom business. And his response? "I went poo-poo, Mommy. Three scoops!"

And that's what I call Too Much Information (and rather cute) . . . even for a mom who likes to be in the know about these kinds of things.