Our house has had an invasion of potty monsters, complete with sticker chart and then a reward for Jacob making deposits in the proper receptacle... it's one of those activities which is just so Mommy and stereotypical and bizarre to me, how can I possibly be expected to help another human being regulate their own gastrointestinal activities? But we managed it once, so chances are we'll figure it out again this time.

And for the moment, when you perch on the Porcelain Throne in my house, you are faced with a battalion of potty monsters. Consider yourself forewarned.