Tennyson has had a bit of a lapse in the being potty trained department. Once again I find the majority of my dialog with my three year old to be centered around bodily fluid and their appropriate and innappropriate placement.
Tonight I asked Tennyson if he had gone potty.
"Yes."
"Good! What kind?"
Referring to the #1 or the #2 label as I am trying to keep track of such things. And lets be honest, poop is harder to clean so I also hope he tells me he's accomplished the goal of placing the poop in the toilet
"Mine."
"Perfect."
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So Funny!
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