So I Was Pooping The Other Day

So I was poop­ing the oth­er day and Dana came and start­ed talk­ing to me through the bath­room door. She asked to come in and I explained that Dad­dy need­ed his pri­va­cy. So she sat down out­side the bath­room door and tried to peek through the gap beneath it.

When I flushed the toi­let Dana began cheer­ing and clap­ping.

“Dad­dy went in the big girl pot­ty! Good job, Dad­dy”

Odd­ly enough, it made me feel proud of myself.

One thought on “So I Was Pooping The Other Day”

  1. Haha­hah — amaz­ing! This reminds me of a recent “poop” relat­ed anec­dote… Hmm. Time to fire up the ole’ blog.

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