His regular routine is to go before bed. He normally does really well by himself, putting the little seat topper on and getting himself settled. Mr. Brown & I were a few minutes behind in joining him in the bathroom.
All of a sudden we hear crying-type screaming from the bathroom. Worried, we head in there. Peter is shouting "I can't get out! I can't get out!"
What do we find upon our arrival, bottom down in the water of the toilet! He had not put the little seat topper on and doesn't yet know how to position/hold himself up so he'd fallen in. And he couldn't pull himself back out! It took all that I had not to laugh out loud while helping him out and getting the little seat on for him. He was so so upset but it was so darn funny. Mr. Brown and I just looked at each other, both ready to burst out laughing.
