A little after bedtime, Timmy was fussing at his door. Daddy opened the door to find Timmy with his diaper in one hand and trying to hand him something with the other. It was a fresh egg-shaped turd. He was pretty upset when we made him flush it. Yet another eventful evening.
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Oh, that story is going to emabarrass Tim later in life. Oh, the joys of potty training! (Thanks for the update, by the way.)
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