Yesterday afternoon I heard Max run into his bathroom. He said, "I'll go peepee in here, okay?"

Not too unusual: he often likes to let me know when he is going to use the toilet. A few moments later, Max comes into the kitchen and asks, "Mommy, can you help me go poopy in the sink?"

"What?!" I thought. I replied with a laugh, "No, of course not, you silly."

Max scampers away. I figure that I should see what he is up to. I find him sitting nude with his butt in the sink and his legs hanging over the front. There is a little puddle of pee in the basin. No poo fortunately.