May 2012, Duncan is three
I’m standing in the kitchen unpacking groceries when Duncan walks by carrying his little blue potty in both hands. As he heads out the back door, he calls back to me, by way of explanation, “Nice day for poopin’ outside.”
May 2012, Duncan is three
I’m standing in the kitchen unpacking groceries when Duncan walks by carrying his little blue potty in both hands. As he heads out the back door, he calls back to me, by way of explanation, “Nice day for poopin’ outside.”