This is what I was awaken by in the middle of last night. Gray shrieking with joy, yelling ‘POOPINNAPOTTY!! POOPINNAPOTTY!!’ What? Seriously? I thought to myself while squinting at the clock (2:30am). I checked and he hadn’t pooped, but was adamantly insisting on pooping ‘INNAPOTTY!’. Damn, was this really going to be how Gray’s potty training would start? In the middle of the night? Not wanting to squelch the excitement, I rushed him to the bathroom and peeled off his ‘jamas’ and diaper and started to place him on the potty. Nope, he didn’t want that potty. He wanted the potty downstairs. Seriously? But downstairs we went, and as I started to sit him down he, with as much adamant enthusiasm and determination as this journey had begun with five minutes ago upstairs, looked at me like I was crazy and refused to sit. Or poop. Must’ve been a infant Tylenol-infused dream about pooping. Innapotty.