"MOMMY! GET THE BATHROOM READY!", he yells while running around in a tight circle. I assume this to mean make sure the toilet seat is down and the light is on but I have not clarified. Perhaps what he actually has in mind are candles, jazz, and a Tom Collins.
I am grateful however that I no longer am greeted by his butt in the air while he touches his toes and waits for a wipe. This is one part of toddlerhood I was not in the least sentimental to say goodbye to.
I love you my sweet boy.