Today my son announced to me that he had to go to the restroom. He had to go poop.
So off we ran to the toilet.
And we sat… and waited… and sat… and waited. Until.
“I did it, Mommy! I did it! I pooped in the potty. Can I see it?“
All of this in one breath. Without even pausing. So I wiped up and let him see it. And what was said after this is something I’ll always remember…
“It’s small, Mommy. Like my sister! My poop is small and my sister is small.”
I hope she never hears that she was compared to the size of his poop.