Why did you poop in here?

We have two bathrooms in our semi-tiny house. I say semi-tiny because it seems to get smaller and smaller as the kids get bigger and bigger. And it was perfectly fine when it was just two of us.

One bathroom is off the main hallway — I guess you'd call it the "full" bath, since it has a tub. It's the same size as the other bathroom, give or take a foot or so. And the other bathroom is attached to our bedroom, with a shower in place of the tub.

Jack claims the hall bathroom as his, mostly because ... well, it is. (Though I suppose a more accurate description of things would be the master bath as Chris' and the hallway bath as everybody else's.)

At some point over the weekend, I used the hallway bathroom. Jack needed to go a few minutes later and found the conditions unacceptable, so he went to our bathroom.

A while later, while checking on Jack as he was washing his hands in his bathroom, he got all up in my face: "Why did you poop in here? It was stinky and I had to go use mommy's bathroom."

Sorry, bud.

Later in the evening, I passed by a stinky bathroom occupied by a pantsless little boy. I repeated the line he used on me earlier and he about fell off the toilet from laughing so hard.

The key to success with 4-year-olds: go for the poop jokes.