The Letter J....

Dave and I always take turns sleeping in on the weekends (and by sleeping in, I mean 'til about 8:30 -- gone forever are the days of waking up whenever I want!)  So today I got to sleep in.  When I came upstairs, Dave recalled for me an incident that happened this morning.  He told it in a very dramatic way, because Isaac was listening and he wanted me to respond dramatically.
Isaac was acting like he needed to go poop, but he was too busy playing and refused to go.  So, Dave took off his diaper to ensure that when he had to go, he'd go on the potty (this has always worked in the past.)  If he is too busy and we leave his diaper on, sometimes he goes in his diaper (he's regressed a little with the potty training, unfortunately.)  Anyway, despite clenching his butt cheeks together for half an hour, he still claimed he did not need to go.  Dave decided that maybe if he went and sat on the toilet himself, then called Isaac in to do his business, too, it may work.  Dave went in, called Isaac about 30 seconds later, and Isaac came running in and sat on his little potty.  When he stood up, he noticed that there only a little bit of poop in the toilet, but lots ON the toilet.  So he investigated.  That's when he found a giant mound of poop on the letter J.  Isaac has this alphabet mat in his room and had he pooped all over the letter J.  I had to put the bottom half of my face in my shirt to prevent Isaac from seeing my laughing hysterics (plus I had to do it silentely!  not an easy task.)  Isaac looked at me with sad eyes and said "yeah, sorry about it.  It was too late."
So, if you come, beware of the letter J!  Na, it's been sanitized, but still, we'll never look at the letter J the same.
In other news...
Isaac does not like pants.  I know that's not a newsflash to most of you, but seriously, he LOATHES pants.  Every time we try to put a pair of pants on he says "don't wanna be a worker man!!!!"  He puts up a fuss almost every time.  We've tried to convince him that pants does not equal worker man, but he is not buying it.  I hope that when summer finally shows up, shorts will not be as much of a fight (though I'm not counting on it...)

J marks the spot.