I went upstairs to cook dinner tonight. I heard a “Mommy!” then “Mommy!” and “Mommy!”
“What?!” I look downstairs and find a completely naked two-year-old.
“Where’s your diaper?”
“I poop-ed.”
I found her diaper on the sofa. There’s no poop in it. Ugh. I scanned the floor. There was a little brown nugget on the floor by the television. Ewww.
I asked her if she wanted to start potty training tomorrow. She said “Okay.”
I hope that goes well.
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