Yesterday my wise sage of a son, who is almost four years old, said to me after laying a ginormous deuce in the potty (as he gave me an affirming pat on the shoulder), “That was a big poop! But you’re not a pee-pee or a poop. You’re just my Mama.”
Thanks, kid! I am glad we cleared that up. I’ll keep that in mind next time my self-esteem takes a dive.
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