So, the other night I was peacefully sleeping when a little hand tapped on my arm (ALWAYS unnerving at that time of night). It was Calvin needing to go potty. Yea!!! I was more than willing to get up and help him with his business. As we sat there in the quiet, Calvin let out some gas. He turned to me with a big smile on his face and said, "Mommy, that was Thomas!" Apparently my earlier explanation of gas had also included the word "toot" which is what Thomas the Tank Engine does. You know... toot-toot! So Calvin just put the two ideas together. Either that, or he has inherited my sense of humor.
Calvin found his old binky in the dress-up clothes and we had to do something to prevent a relapse... thus the pirate eye patch.
