“Does the President Poop?” by Kristin Markovich and Laura Moore
“Kids, it’s been awhile. Should we try to poop in the potty?!”
“NO!!!!!!”
“Kids, it’s been awhile. Should we try to poop in the potty?!”
“NO!!!!!!”
You’re supposed to be the littlest. You were yesterday.
“I dew wheat.” I never knew the power of words until my two year old asked to “do it.” Those two little words sent dread flying through my body.
I liked cooking meat over coals outside on the patio barbeque for the taste and the smoky flavor and of course less kitchen mess.
I have a serious bathroom phobia, and when I say this I mean that there is actually nothing wrong with me at all.
I am running behind on dinner thanks to a last minute work emergency and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the interstate . . .
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .