9:00 pm. My son just got out of bed by himself, walked into the bathroom by himself, climbed up on the potty by himself, pooped in the toilet by himself and the only reason I even knew he was out of bed was because he cheerily called out to tell me we were out of toilet paper. I went and did the obligatory wipe (seriously, who can expect a 3.5 yo to wipe himself) and he cheerily said "thank you!" and walked back into his bedroom by himself, closed his door by himself and got back into his bed by himself.

It's the dawning of the age of Aquarius, people.