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

Crap. I think I’ve
been speaking the wrong language this whole time!

 – wg