As I stated earlier, Miles is potty training. And he is doing a pretty decent job. He'll do great for 3-4 days and then have a bad day. But he's getting it. And I couldn't be more proud.
Yesterday, Miles comes running from another part of the house and I hear his little voice say to himself, "Hurry hurry, I don't want to pee in my pants!" So, I run after him to help him out. We get him stripped down and on the potty and the kid has a huge duke (does anyone else use this wording?).
I said to him, "Wow, Miles. That was a big poop!"
He looks up at me with his big sweet brown eyes and says, "That's not a poop, Mama. That's a TURD!"
I nearly choked.
Yesterday, Miles comes running from another part of the house and I hear his little voice say to himself, "Hurry hurry, I don't want to pee in my pants!" So, I run after him to help him out. We get him stripped down and on the potty and the kid has a huge duke (does anyone else use this wording?).
I said to him, "Wow, Miles. That was a big poop!"
He looks up at me with his big sweet brown eyes and says, "That's not a poop, Mama. That's a TURD!"
I nearly choked.
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