If I Were a 2 Year Old and Was Learning to Potty...

I would be extremely inspired, no doubt in my mind, by the following two paragraphs...

Mommy and Daddy and Michael looked in the potty. They saw pee and poop. "Michael used his potty!" said Mommy. She hugged and kissed him.

Mommy helped Michael wipe himself. Daddy helped him pour the pee and poop into the big toilet. Michael flushed the toilet. The pee and poop went into pipes under the house. Then Michael washed his hands. "What a big boy you are!" said Daddy.

However, my son, little MLB, with all that is going on in the above two paragraphs, only cares about the little bear who lays quietly next to the Big Boy Potty staring up at the ceiling. All MLB can say is "Teddy fall DOOOOWN!" He doesn't care about the pee. The poop has no relevance. The pipes under the house that are carrying the poop away matter not. The hugs, kisses and praise from Mommy and Daddy are of no importance. But that little blue bear, appearing happy and content, gazing upward with a smile that oozes joy, makes MLB's night.

The moral of the story: No matter if you pee and poop in a toilet or in your pants, as long as you can find little things in life that bring you happiness, then its all good in the hood.

Mmmmk Bye!