Tonight, we needed to go to the grocery store after school.¬† When Pookie got home, we asked him if he wanted to go.¬† It was sort of a loaded question,¬† because we needed him to say yes.¬† I did not want to stay home, because I have cabin fever and am trying to walk the baby out.¬† So, it was pretty inconvenient when he said “No, no go to the grocery store.”¬† I asked him again, rephrasing the question.¬† “Do you want to go to the store or stay home?”¬† “Stay home” he replied.¬† Drat.¬† Smart boy, actually understood the question.¬† So, I kept messing with him, asking if he wanted to stay home with me or go with Dad.¬† “Stay home with Momma” he replied.¬†¬† But, I did not want to stay home with him, I need to get out!¬† Ok, one last time…”Pookie are you a boy who goes to the grocery store or a party-pooper?”¬† His reply?
“No, no pooping at the party.”¬† That’s right, poop goes in the potty.¬† He hears that at least once a day, so he would know.
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