Auntie V and I were sitting in the office, with little man playing. He got quiet, which I took to mean that he was doing his business in his diaper. I can't wait until this kid decides to potty train himself. Anyway, a minute or two later Auntie V says "P.U.! That stinks! P.U.!".
Pooper's response: "No, not Pee-U Auntie V, that's not Pee, its Poop!".
Stories, insights and adventures from a single mom and her little man.
1 comment:
I forgot how much I love to read your entries. He is so lucky to have you do this and someday he'll appreciate it more than you know. Keep it up...I loooovvvvveeee it! By the way it's also called therapy. :)
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