The scene - a local restaurant.
Elise: I have to go to the potty!
Me: Ok, let's go
Elise: I know where it is! (runs to the bathroom, gets distracted once inside, finally selects a stall)
Wait...I'm about to poop.
Me: alright, let me know when you are done.
Elise: I'm done! It's ok, Mom, it's not a messy poop even though it looks like a person with hair; wanna see?
Me: Actually, I'd like to see how a poop looks like a person with hair. (sure enough it looked like a fisher price tube figure with a pompadour)
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