For the last few months we have been working on this… the potty seat will not eat you Dean, yes I know you fell in but I promise you won’t be swallowed up in it, the toilet really doesn’t want to eat your butt or take you with it, because it’s gross down there.

The last five minutes of my life:

Dean: I want potty. I want poopie.

Me: You have to go poopie?

Dean: Yeah, I want poopie.

Me: Okay sweetie, lets go potty.

Dean: *goes poopie once* MY POOPIE MY POOPIE ! *flushes* *Freak the eff out* I WANT MY POOPIE. MYYYYYY POOOPIE!!!!

Me: WHAT? Honey, you flushed it… it’s all gone.

Dean: *goes poopie twice* There it is!!! *big smile, and flushes* I went poopieee!

Me: Good job Dean.

Dean: *goes poopie for a third time.* There it is! *wipes himself* went poopie! *flushes* *gets off the toilet, practically puts his head into the toilet* Where’s poopie?

Me: YOU FLUSHED IT! IT’S ALL GONE!

Dean: *pouts* my poopie.

Did I seriously just have a conversation with Dean about poopie and how he wants it back? and where did it go? and why did it go Mommy?

Yes, I am aware this post is horrid, I apologize.

I also apologize to my other Grandmother who doesn’t like how often I’ve dropped the F-bomb in my posts so far. Dang It.

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Conversations, Dean, Family Life, I've offended someone somewhere., Things that make you hate me. by Megan Erwin