12:00 pm - I realize that it can't wait any longer. It is now officially a poop emergency. Apoopalypse NOW.
12:01 pm - I lure Buster into the bathroom because he can't be trusted with run of the house. He is a climber.
12:02 pm - Buster starts opening and closing drawers in the bathroom until he finds his new Elmo toothbrush. Still in the box. We bought it yesterday. He brings it to me and
politely asks if I would please open it grunt-shrieks like a boy raised by wolves while slapping my knee with the box until I open it. I hand him the toothbrush.
12:03 pm - I lean over to get some toilet paper, leaving a couple of inches of access to the toilet bowl for only a "one-Mississippi," MAX.
12:04 pm - I add "Buster toothbrush" to the shopping list.