I don't have a picture for this. . .

So, I don't have a picture for this, but last night at 2:30am Greg comes bursting into our bedroom and b-lines it for the bathroom. It woke Both Marc and I up, so we waited to make sure things were alright. (It's not that unusual for Greg to wake up in the middle of the night to pee-- he drinks enough for three kids.) So, there we are waiting for him to do the deed, but instead of tinkling in the toilet, we hear something else. I thought maybe he just missed and was going on the floor or maybe in the shower. I went to check on him, and sure enough, there he is not peeing in the toilet but in the trash-can next to the toilet. Luckily he got it all in the can and none on the floor, so I counted that as good enough and sent him back to bed half delirious. So, I go lay back down and Marc and I just can't stop laughing about it. He's one funny kid!