Toilet Talk

I'm getting good at the potty thing. Well, not the potty thing, but just the concept, ya know?

Mama and daddy ask me a lot if I'm poopy. Well, I'm no fool; if I said 'yes' then I would have to go upstairs and get changed. And I don't want to stop what I'm doing, you know? So I usually say 'no' but if I say 'yes', it means business.

But I do know what it means. I know my potty, and I know where mama and daddy go potty (the toilet) and I often point out where my animals go potty (pointing to their bottom). I point out the dog poopy in the yard when mama and daddy haven't scooped it up. And I like to ask mama and daddy to put Harrison the Bear on my potty chair. I even pottied on the potty chair once, accidentally.

Tonight mama and Bailey and I were on a walk and mama asked me if I wanted my blanket. I said "yeah" because it was a little chilly. While mama was putting the blanket on me I said, "poopy, poopy". Mama thought I was saying I was poopy. But when she asked me I said "no". So she looked around and sure enough Bailey was going poopy in somebody's yard.

Yes, she cleaned it up. But me, I'm "no poopy!"