As I relaxed at the end of this Labor Day and played some Xbox, I was disturbed by my wife yelling and knocking for me to come upstairs during my daughter’s bath time.  As I round the corner, I see the wife sitting on the tub and the kid sitting on her toilet insert.  Nothing like walking upstairs to find a 16 month old dropping a deuce.  We all shared a happy clap together, but the real celebration will come when I can start saving hundreds of dollars a year in diaper money.  I’m already regretting not taking a picture to share on Facebook.