You don’t realize how dangerous potty training can be for a little one. On Saturday when Daddy was home alone with Lex they took one of their many trips to the potty. In this particular trip Lex was simply in it for the sticker. He hopped up onto the potty, quickly announced that he deserved a sticker and went to hop immediately back off the potty. (He was using the big boy potty, btw - aka the toilet) In the process of sliding off the potty he caught his little delicate boy parts on the lid of the toilet. He cried out to Daddy…”Oh Daddy….I hurt my poop!”

I have absolutely NO idea when, where, how, why the boys starting referring to this part of their anatomy as their poop, but they have and daddy and I find it quite amusing. We correct them every time we hear it, but so far, the terminology has remained.

Will our kids need therapy in the future? Oh, you BETCHYA!!

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