Here I’ve been having lots (and lots and lots) of conversations with Chance about poop. “Where does the poop go?” “Poop goes in the potty, doesn’t it?” “We don’t go poop in our pants, do we?” And on… and on.
When… as I finally catch him with enough time to plop him on the toilet to finish off a dump… he says quite proudly, “I’m SQUEEZING in the potty!”
Crap. I think I’ve been speaking the wrong language this whole time!