owen just approached me, as i washed my hands in the bathroom, to inform me of his "poopie". our conversation followed somewhat like this...
me: "owen, you need to tell mommy when you have to poopie so you can go poopie on the potty!"
o: "oh no, mommy!" (as-a-matter-of-fact-ly)
me: "why not hunny, that's what you're supposed to do."
o: "not yet! get me outta here!" (running away from the bathroom)
will my big boy ever be big enough to think about using the potty?!