It went down like this: A day like any other day: wake up, eat about a hundred things for breakfast, ride scooter-IN the house, fill water cup to overflowing in the frig., go missing. SCreech!! Halt. Usually when Gabriel goes missing, we're in T-R-O-U-B-L-E. (Like when we went to our friends' the other eve. and he flooded their bathroom.)
Ana starts looking for him and comes into the room yelling, "Gabriel pooped in the potty!" So, I go running, and sure enough, there he sits, prouder than a peacock. I start clapping, Ana begins her best "poop in the potty" Ethiopian-style dance, we're both telling him, "Good Job, Gabriel." Ana tells him Daddy will be so proud of him. Gabriel's response? "Can I have a treat?"
