All Aboard the Potty Train

Today was a potty first. I was thrown out of the bathroom. That's right. My son wanted privacy. After maybe 1 minute of time to himself, he pooped. No tears, no drama; just business. Of course we celebrated. And then the statement: "It's a Misaurus, mom." Yep, he thought it looked like a dinosaur. I don't know what it is called, but I definitely knew which one he meant. It has a long tail, with spikes at the end.
All that to say:
Here's to you, Max. Mama is proud of you (and your dinosaur.)