David woke up with a dry diaper, so I convinced him to go pee on the potty. He prefers to do it without touching his penis, with the mistaken assumption that I won't make him wash his hands if he actually hasn't gotten his hands near any pee. So, he's standing there no handed, and he has so much pee that it all goes whizzing past the toilet bowl, banks off the toilet seat cover, and hits the floor.

A few hours later Rose and I were taking a shower together, and David was keeping us company. He did so by getting into the perfumed bath salts I told him not to touch, unwrapping them after I told him not to, and smearing them all over the bathtub, the sink, the counter, and the mirror. There are even bath salt droppings on the stool.