Batman’s Potty Talk

I came home today to find Henry wearing his Mickey Mouse underwear backwards with a pink playsilk tied around his neck as a cape. “I’m Batman!” he shouted, running down the hall, the cape flying out behind him. It was a good view from the back.
We’re working on potty training. I said, “Henry, did you use the potty while I was gone?” “Nope,” he replied as he ran by. “Do you have to go?” “Nope.” About 2 minutes later, he shouts, “Mama! I peepeed in the closet!” Sure enough…A while later, he walked into my bedroom with his popsicle and painted the top of the air purifier with it. I came in just as he started smacking it down on the purifier, a big puddle of red slush smeared all over the buttons.
Later, I’m frantically trying to cook a nutritious dinner for three starving people after swimming lessons. Annabelle says, “Mom, I know what you can be for Halloween because you’re hair is so crazy. A witch. We could get you a cute hat… ” Thank you. So now I have crazy hair. Only a few minutes before she shouted at me from the bathroom: “Mom? Is it acceptable to have a hair in your poop?” Oy.
So I guess the potty talk keeps going, as yesterday Henry told Annabelle yesterday: “Abelle, I going to pee on you, poop on you, and throw you out vindow!” (He can’t say his w’s).
This while he was jumping up and down on the bed in his spaceman pajamas. And all I can do is laugh.