Still not potty trained because we are focusing on other important things
The other day Ezra looked at me and said, "Mama, watch." He reached up and took something out of his mouth and placed it in his pants pocket. Because I am a good mother, I played along. "What'cha got, Bud?" I asked as I peered down at his "hidden" prize. He gleefully opened his pocket while simultaneously burping the loudest little two year old burp, effectively making it seem likeit was his pants pocket that did the burping.
I think I teared up in pride. I'm pretty sure he's gifted.