The other morning, Chloe and I had this conversation:
Chloe: "Daaaaaaaaad! I'm pewping, and when I'm done, you can come wipe me!"
Me: <muttering, in the next room> "Oh I can, can I..."
Chloe: <singsongy> "Daaaaaaaaaad! Come wiiiiiipe me!"
Me: "Ok, ok, here I come. You know Chloe, you're 4 now, and it's about time for you to start taking care of that yourself..."
I arrive to see the usual grab-yer-ankles pose that she assumes, with the brown eye staring at me. I accidentally look into the pot.
Me: "JEEEZ, Chloe! Dang! That's a MAN poop!"
Chloe: "I know, lookit that! I made a big 'C'! Look!"
Me: "Wow. You sure did."
Chloe: "You know, if this potty was closed, and somebody came in here and opened it, they'd know I did it because it's a C for Chloe!"
Me: "That's really gross, Chloe."
Chloe: "Or maybe they'd just think one of the family did it, because C is for Chockley too."
This really happened. I shit you not.
1 day ago