it has taken *forever* for jameson to go #2 on the toilet. forever. miraculously, once he came off his meds, he poops on the potty. hmph, methinks he CARES now. methinks he finally realized he doesn't like crap in his pants. go figure.
anyway, that's not really what this story is about. :) today, jameson went in the bathroom to do the dirty deed and called me when he was finished. here's the conversation that progressed:
me: ok let's get you cleaned up
jameson: MOMMY! my poopies are really LONG! (looking in the toilet at, sure enough, a very long turd.)
me: yeah, it sure is. and, it's stinky too!
jameson: mommy, don't flush it.
me: i won't flush it, you can do that part.
jameson: no, i don't want to flush it. i want to leave it in there.
me: um. why?
jameson: cuz.
me: why don't you want to flush it, jameson?
jameson: because i might miss it.
so. there you have it. that turd sat in the toilet until a few hours later when i finally did flush it. and, no...he hasn't missed it yet.
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