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like mother, like son.about time she "gets hers".wait till he finds the sugar bowl.the long sufferin grandfather.
sounds like someone needs to learn the poop song! Have I sent it to you before? It's chorus goes, "poop in the potty--poop goes in the potty" over and over. It's by one of my favorite bands, coincidentally and is wry and witty as well as incredibly practical.
Our boy chose his bedroom wall as his medium...behind the door. We walked in and could smell it, but not see it! Guess wasn't ready for a more public forum. That came later at the delicate age of 3...the tantrums (yes, plural) in Fred Meyer.Anna