Perhaps now that he’s mastered pooping in the toilet (mostly!), I can move on and write about other things in my life.
I’m sick of poop.
How has he mastered it? Well, grandma was here. And she told him a story about a little boy named Benjamin who had a big poop in his belly. And the poop was lonely because he had no other poops to play with. Because the little boy Benjamin didn’t want to push him out.
So he did. He pushed ’em out and now he gets to buy a new car at the “car store” (aka Zellers, which is like Walmart or Target).