So Bella and I were just hangin' out on a Saturday afternoon after a full day of tax-free shopping and working in the garden. Bella goes into her playhouse and begins making those sounds that you know will lead to a diaper change.

Me: Bay, are you pooping?

Bella: Yeah. (Sounds more like "yay-yuh" in her Southern drawl.)

Me: Want to go poop on the potty?

Bella: No, fank oo. I want just poopin' in my house, okay?

Who can argue with that?


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