My daughter has special pooping requirements. She needs privacy (physical distance) from others. She also tends to have favorite pooping places. One of her favorite places is retail stores. Pick one, and it's good. So of course, at Home Depot last night she had to poop. She did. Right next to the door display. Unfortunately, we didn't have any more diapers. Paul took this opportunity to teach her how to say "commando."
Today, we were negotiating with her about where to poop. She didn't want to get into the car to go home from breakfast because she needed to poop. We explained that we wanted to get in the car so we could go look at Christmas trees at Lowes (having already gone to Home Depot the day before to scope out our options). She says, "Kate poop at Christmas trees." Okay, we tell her. You can go and poop at the Christmas trees. She starts to get into the car specifying "Not Mommy Daddy poop Christmas trees. Just Kate."
We readily agreed to this.
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