Oh boy...

I walk around the corner from the kitchen to the hallway and see T.J. squatted down...

T.J.: I goin' poop.

Me: I can see that.

T.J.: Go in the kitchen.

Me: Why?

T.J.: 'Cause I poopin'.

Life with a boy.

Here is T.J. cheesin' it with a mouth full of raisins... but it kind of looks like he is pooping, so it applies to this post.