Doodle Doodie


Towards the end of last year, after an excruciatingly long process, we finally got my son out of diapers. He was approaching three and a half years old and it was long overdue. I’m sure you can imagine the size and disgustingness of a diaper generated by a thirty pound boy that eats like a horse. But, like I said, he’s out of diapers. Which means there’s only one baby left in our family that can’t YET poop in the potty.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Hopefully by this summer, we can put away the cloth diapers for good. No more swishing out the poop in the potty. No more poop finding it’s way out of a diaper and onto the floor, or on my lap. Finally, in a few short months, things around here will be Feces Free!

Wait hold on just a minute.

What’s that my sweet, wonderful wife?

You want what? A dog? A golden doodle? But I don’t understand.

I’m almost Feces Free. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and everything.

Oh, it’s potty trained. Well that’s a relief. But wait don’t I have to pick up its poop when I take him for walks?

Well, I guess I’m doomed.

The light at the end of the tunnel is now dim, so very dim.

I guess I’m destined for a feces full life.

Happy Parenting (and poop scooping)!


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