Last Sunday Clayton came up the stairs with no pants on and he was saying, "I just got a little pee on my pants." So I asked him why was there pee on his pants. And he says, "Well, I had to pee in a little box." What little box? I asked him. I go down stairs with him and he pulls out a wet shoe box out of a cabinet. At least he put his pee away. I told him not to pee in boxes anymore and to please walk up the stairs to the bathroom. I love my boys, but boys are gross!