Into The Closet

About a week ago, Luis started going into the coat closet by the front door when he needed to poop. He would be in the middle of playing when he'd suddenly pop up, run to the closet and close the door behind him. A minute or two later, he'd emerge from the closet, again close the door behind him and return to play - with not a word about where he'd been or what he'd done. The aroma that followed him back from the closet was always a dead give away.

Tonight, Luis ate dinner early and was Playing Trucks while Diego and I ate. Luis comes over to the table and says "Go Closet". Diego asked him why he was going to the closet. "Go closet. Go poop in closet," replied Luis as he trotted off. About half way to the closet, he turned around, tilted his head to the side and added, "Be right back, Daddy".