Wishing Upon A Star....

Oh how I wish there was a training school where you could send your kids to be potty trained and then sent back home when they're completely done.

I was upstairs blow drying my hair when Jessica came up to inform me that Jakey crapped his pj's (she didn't use the word crap).

I went down to get him and found him in the kitchen clinging to the top shelf of the pantry with a leg dangling mid air.

I didn't see a lump, so I figured it was Jessica's way of getting me downstairs more urgently in order to get him off the shelves.

Boy was I mistaken. When I lifted him off the shelving, a couple of fudge nuggets dropped out of the leg of his pj pants and landed on my foot then rolled off onto the floor. Luckily I had slippers on which went promptly into the garbage!

Thank GAWD he's the last kid....