Good morning cigar critters....
Morning, Dad. Any story worthy chaos for you this weekend?
We've been trying to potty train the 3 year old. When I change him I keep telling him, "I don't know how you can sit in all that poop... That just has to feel terrible all stuck between your legs. YUCK..!" So I'm in the kitchen, and I hear my granddaughter yelling for me. She's in the her bathroom and is saying, "I need you to squeeze my hand to make the poop come out...!" I notice that I didn't see my grandson anywhere, so I told her to wait while I look for him. I find him laying on his mommy and daddy's bed waiting for his diaper to be changed. (note: two poop problems at the same time..) I asked him, "did you poop.?" No papaw...! Are you sure you didn't poop...? No pawpw...! So I said, "well I'd better check you anyway..!" I check him and his diaper is just full of shit... I said, "yelp, you were right.... no poop..!" And I turned around and started leaving the room. He paniced and started yealing, "stop, stop....pawpa don't go..., I pooped, I pooped...!!!!!" He was so funny. I guess that was sort of a cheep joke to pull on a 3 year old, but now at least I know he's realized that sitting in poop is a problem. Hopefully, potty train is right around the corner..
