Sooooo....funny story here. The other night, I pull a wet, squirmy Mason out of the bathtub. Instead of waiting for Mommy to wrap him in a towel and carry him to his room to get dressed -- he decides to take off, butt naked, down the hall. I go chasing after him. When I get to the doorway of the Mason/living room, he's standing in front of the sofa. Turns his head, gives me a sly smile and I know right then what he's doing -- PEEING on the couch. Sure enough, he finishes his business, and takes off running again, leaving a puddle behind him...
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