Right now I'm listening to my husband read from his Golf magazine to our daughter. She is sitting on the potty insisting that she does have to poop. The funny thing is that if you were an outsider listening in on the conversation you would think she was
truly listening to him. She is answering and commenting in all the right places. But I just can't get the mental picture out of my mind of her sitting on her Dora potty and he sitting on a tiny little
step stool of hers reading from the Golf magazine.
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