And So It Begins

Scott usually sits with Nick at bedtime. They read books, sing songs and say prayers (in no particular order.) The other night I heard Nick just laughing hysterically and thought maybe Scott was tickling him in there. Turns out they were looking at a book and Scott pointed to a swimming pool and asked him what that was. He responded by saying, "swimming poots" and just howled. He could barely repeat it before collapsing into laughter. Great. Potty humor has officially arrived.