So, Harper is in the bathroom and Mark is watching her from the hallway. I am sitting in a chair in the living room.
Harper: "Ah pooed... Ah pooed... Ah pooed..."
Mark: "She's in the bathtub."
We did not put her in the tub. It is not bath night. She climbed in there herself.
Harper: "Ah poot... Ah poot... Ah poot..."
Mark: "She's sitting on the toilet. Not her toilet. The big toilet."
Harper: "Ah poot... butt..."
Mark: "I think she pooped."
Harper: "I pooped. I pooped. I pooped."
Me: "Did she really? Or is she just saying that because she was on the potty?"
Mark: "No, it smells..."
Mark disappears into the bathroom.
Mark, from inside the bathroom: "NO!! DON'T CLIMB IN THERE!!!"
Mark reappears in the hallway. "She tried to climb into the toilet." Mark mimes climbing in the toilet. He goes back into the bathroom, presumably to grab Harper so he can change her diaper.