Just a disclaimer before I begin: I use the word "poo" in this post. You have been warned.
Today, Boden and I were waiting in the car for Allie to finish her music class. Suddenly, Boden started jumping up and down and let me know he needed to poo. Ok, so we walked up to the house and asked to use the bathroom. In we went, and Boden started to take care of his business. When it looked like he was winding down, I asked if he was done. He said no, the poo needed more time. After a couple minutes, Boden said, "Come out, poo. You know you're always happy to come out." Yes, Boden was giving his poo a pep talk. I thought howling laughter coming from the bathroom would freak out Allie's music teacher, but on the inside, I was laughing my head off.
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