Connor was here.

My friend has an ongoing segment on her blog called, "Max was here," where where she shows funny pictures of the evidence where her cute toddler has been. For example, she found a toy train in her gas compartment of her car or a stack of toilet paper in the bathroom. I, too, find interesting evidence that Connor has been in a room. Like a clogged toilet full of way too much toilet paper (and way too much poo). Tonight, I was unclogging my second toilet for the day (Connor does NOT need help wiping his bum, nope!), Randy was with Andrew fishing, Joshy was on baby duty to keep him from "helping" me unclog the toilet. The toilet was particularly difficult to unclog, it took me some time. During the process, out of the corner of my eye I see Connor running into the house from the front door. I thought I saw that he was naked from the bottom down, but I didn't take the time to investigate. When I was finished cleaning up the toilet, I check on Connor. He is in the bathroom with poo down his legs and has a verrrry long strip of toilet paper. I lecture him on the proper use of toilet paper, demonstrate how long it should be, throw him in the bath and get him ready for bed. He needs his "Lamby" to sleep with. I remember seeing it in the backyard on the lawn. I go to get it, but it's not there. I ask Connor if he knows where it is. He says, "It's at the neighbor's." I remember the time earlier that evening of him running into the house. I go to the neighbor's front yard. No Lamby, but I do see something on their lawn. Connor's poopy shorts and underwear. Connor was here. Still investigating if Lamby made it into their house, it's still missing.