Poop and Such, Pt. 2

Since 10:30 Monday morning, I haven't sought to accomplish much beyond potty training Clementine.

We've spent long stretches of time in the bathroom; we've eaten suckers in celebration; and the Wild Orange has worn underbritches on her head.

Yes, our playroom's a hot mess.

I'm happy to report: (many dry underbritches, one dry naptime diaper, and one giant poop in the potty, later) I think we've pretty much arrived.

I still think the word "poop" is funny, and I still think the subject of poop is funny, which I reckon says a lot about Clementine and what I can describe only as the pleasure of potty training her.

To read Poop and Such, Pt. 1, click here.