Big Brother announced to me yesterday that he had to poop. I told him to go for it. Just be sure to pee first so you don't sit down and spray all over the bathroom like a lawn sprinkler. That's happened too many times to count.
So a couple of minutes later, I asked if he was finished.
"Yep. I made a poop 'J'."
"A what?" I asked, wondering if I had heard him right.
"A poop 'J'," as he turned his head around and looked over his little butt into the toilet.
What a lovely sight it was. At least he knows his letters. Again, I'm so proud...I think. And the good news is we didn't have to break out the new plunger.
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