Thursday, September 23, 2010
I happen to think you are the smartest little boy in the world. Probably because I am your mother but also because you are the smartest little boy in the world. What does this have to do with poo poo? Be patient.
You are so smart, that when I spell your name you say "Yak!" You are so smart, that I can ask you to go find a matching shoe and (sometimes 10 minutes later) you will come back with it.
Now, after you find a weird corner to do your business, you come back to me and say, "poo poo" and tug at your diaper. Naturally, I assume you're taking the first step in potty training yourself. I won't have to do anything. Genius.
(By the way, what, is, this.)