What boys do.

Early this morning, I was busy in the kitchen putting some fresh flowers in a vase, doing the dishes, and keeping an eye on the breakfast quiche I had in the oven...ok...actually, I was on my tiptoes rummaging around in the cupboard for any renegade girl scout cookies that may have fallen out of the pack, and talking the pug into eating the last of the Kashi cereal I accidentally spilled on the ground. But really, does it matter what I was doing? Let's just call it "important stuff."

So anyways, I was in the kitchen doing important stuff, while the little monsters were in the living room, supposedly eating their banana pancakes and watching Winnie the Pooh. When I went out to check on them, little monster was doing just that. Albeit, sticky and all over the table and couch, but the attempt was there. Toddler, on the other hand, was nowhere in sight. Which is always kinda scary.

I looked for about 5 minutes, until I saw toddler-sized monster toes sticking out from underneath the curtain, and heard a great big grunt coming from behind it.

New pre- obsessive compulsive, quirky behavior alert!

As of today, toddler will only poop...in his diaper mind you, we aren't savages...while hiding behind a curtain or in the coat closet.

"Hubby, have you noticed toddler has been only pooping behind the curtain lately?"

"The iron curtain?"

"What?!"

"The iron curtain, like in Europe."

"Would it make sense if I came in here to tell you our son refuses to poop anywhere but in a 1940's communist country?"

"Um no. No it would not. Behind the curtain you say, that's disgusting. Did you clean it up?"

"Actually, I did not mean physically pooping on the floor behind the curtain?"

"Ah, well that makes sense. What is that sound."

"It's your son. He is pooping in the closet out in the hall."

"Men need privacy. Did he take a book in there with him?"

"And we're done here."