poop

If you have to flush three times to clear the bowl, perhaps it’s time to cut back on the benefiber margaritas.

Just sayin’

We’ve been waiting for this day, for a long time.

Years.

My youngest - and final - child has finally figured out how to poop in the potty. (pardon the scientific jargon. I mean “take a dump.”)

This is a Good Thing, right?

But wait. Now she does it ever five minutes. I swear this child has pooped ten times today. In fact, she interrupted the writing of this post with poop. See, you can’t just poop - you have to show somebody. Without a witness, you can’t get to the Much Rejoicing part.

This child has to be the cleanest thing in this house, if you know what I mean. But her eyes are still brown.

Anyway, what a great way to finish the year! I’m thinking I’ve bought my last case of pullups.

Pointing at something.

What could it be?

Is it? Why yes, it’s poop (viewer discretion advised).

You parents out there will understand why the party is still going on, and will likely last through the night.

Just now.

Moments ago.

My child. My youngest. My daughter.

Pooped. In. The. Potty.

We danced, we shouted, we high-fived. She earned an entire roll of Smarties for the effort.

I think… I’m having a moment… *wipes tear*

(don’t go selling your Huggies stock just yet, though)

If a dog poops in front of your couch, and your wife discovers it at 6:00 AM (but only because she was locked out of the bathroom and looking for something to open it with), will your four year old wake up and step in it before you can clean it up?

Take a guess.