So...time to talk about feces. We've been hitting the potty training pretty hard this summer. When I say "we" I mean Cindy and I. When I say Cindy and I, I mean Cindy. I try my best to help when I get home, but my best is slightly shy of mediocre. Jake is real big into talking about it. It's the putting it into action phase that's not clicking. I guess for a guy who's always on the go, why stop to go? Works for me. I don't think my customers would appreciate my charming aroma though.
What a strange thing to have to learn. "Ok Son, everything you used to know about your poop is wrong. Now, we are going to make you go in a big hard thing that is uncomfortable to sit on. But hey, you get to flush it at the end. But don't flush ANYTHING else OK?" I'm glad the ACLU hasn't started taking cases from toddlers who revolt against potty training. We'd be in a world of...nevermind.
2 comments:
OMG sooooooo Funny! I'm having a time myself getting my youngest son potty trained. Great Story! It had me laughing.
..Patrick!..Squidward!..Help 'em out here..awesome..
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