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.