This morning started well.

I woke up this morning, as I do most mornings, to find that Anthony had been up and playing for quite some time. His first words to me were “Daddy, I have poopy.”

This was a good thing. He almost always has a poopy by the time Fumie or I wake up, but normally tries to hide it (hah, as if we have no noses), and normally fights a diaper change. So, it was wonderful this morning that he announced it, and went easily to get cleaned up and into underwear for the day.

Then the morning got a bit worse....

As I'm changing the diaper, he tells me “I made pee-pee on floor”    Groan  )-:

The diaper and its contents are quite, uh, liquidly, so it probably overflowed and leaked last time he made a pee-pee. Ugh. At least cleanup shouldn't take more than a few paper towels, since we mostly have hardwood floors.

As part of potty training, we've been trying to get him to tell us when he needs to use the bathroom. Normally it's fine, but so far he still goes it alone in the morning, so I was putting on a sad face that he didn't wake us up to make the poopy or pee-pee.

Then, things went from bad to worse....

Obviously trying to make me feel better, he cheerily said in Japanese: “But hey, I vacuumed the pee-pee”

Sigh. I can't blame him, though, since he'd never been told not to use the vacuum on liquid. I spent the morning cleaning the pee-pee from the floor, and from the inside of the vacuum.