Putting on “Lighting McQueen” underwear: “Look, Mommy! It says ‘M’ for ‘RACECAR!'”
We’re in the bathroom at Magic Box toys, a room off the center of the small store where, undoubtedly, shoppers and store keepers can all hear the conversation within:
W: “I gotta go make a BIG POOP.”
M: “Okay, Will, you do your stuff.” (help lift him on the commode)
W: (sitting on toilet with head between his knees, grunting) “uhhhhh ONE. uhhhh TWO…”
M: “Will, what are you doing?”
W: (between grunts) “I counting my poops. Wait, here comes more… uhhhh THREE.”
M: (pause while trying to decide whether to laugh or feel mortified)
W: (finishing up) “FOUR and … FIVE!” (hops off seat and declares proudly) “Mommy, I made five HUGE poops!”
Will: “Katey! No eating baby wipes! Those are for ADULTS ONLY!”
{ 2007 05 22 }
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