I forgot about the very best part of pooping on Saturday.
We were sitting at the dinner table that evening, and keep saying, did you poop? how awesome are you? w00t Andrew!
When all of a sudden, he declares "I not a little boy. I'm a man!"
Holding back laughter, "you are a man?"
"Yes. I poop in the potty and get Gordon. I'm a man now!"
My little boy is a man, now. Time for him to get a job, do his own laundry, and mow the lawn?
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