Ha ha. More Charlieisms.
1. "Grim". This is actually a me-ism, because when I find something gross, I say it's "grim". So DS pooped his pants (TMI sorry!!), and immediately his reaction was "It grim, Mummy". Rather so, yes. That was toilet training accident #1 yesterday, after a week and a half of blessed dryness (ten days when our washing machine hasn't been on overdrive, giving Mummy the chance to actually catch up on...oh yeah, her and Daddy's clothes.).
2. Toilet training accident #2...wet trousers.
"Mummy, it no trousers". I just mm-hmmed absent mindedly whilst watching Mr Tumble (strangely fascinating programme about a man that likes to dress as a clown whilst doing Makaton sign language). I caught a glimpse out the corner of my eye to see DS actually remove his trousers, socks and pants. I thanked my lucky stars we were at home. "Why are you taking your clothes off?" I asked him.
"Wet trousers Mummy. You wash. Now." Ok...to reiterate his directive, he picked up the offending items of clothing and took them to the kitchen, dumped them right next to the washing machine and sang "Mummy, washing, now please."
Sometimes I feel like his personal slave.