Before the recital, C said he needed to go to the bathroom. I told him ok, and off he went.
Moments later, the littlest nephew said HE needed to go potty, so I said, "come on. Nanny'll take you." And I did.
(While in the potty, baby k asked if I was pooping, kinda loudly, and then he wanted to look for himself. Awesome.)
We came out of the bathroom and found my brother, who was laughing, with C.
"Caleb asked where you were. I told him you were still in the potty, that you must have needed to poop."
"'Thats all she can do,' Caleb said. 'She's a girl, and girls can only go number two.'"
My brother tried to set C straight but he and I both laughed about this for a good long while.
It makes sense, if you think about it. I do have to sit.
But I don't always have to shit.
:)
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