I am eating breakfast the other morning and in runs TJ, "Guess what's in my pants Mommy?!"
I sigh.
He smiles brightly and adds, as he leans on the doorway and sticks his butt out for me to see, "And it's disgusting!!"
Thanks bud. Then he informed me as I changed him, "When I am free (otherwise known as THREE) mommy I will poop in the potty. Then you will be proud of me?"
"Yes," I answered, "I will be very proud of you when you learn to poop in the potty. Maybe you can do that before you are three?" I asked hopefully.
"Nope, mommy. Free or Five. I don't know, but not TWO!"
Great, fingers crossed for "free"
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