April 18, 2013
My children have more of Jeff's DNA in them than I'd like to admit. They are funny little pipsqueaks. Just like their dad.
Tonight when I got home, Cole eagerly told me that he'd pooped in the toilet. And then proceeded to show me just how big of a poop it really was. Imagine if you will your best fishing story in which the fish you caught just gets bigger and bigger and bigger. Only instead of a fish, it's a poop, "Me poop giant poo-poo this big!"
I don't know about you, but I'm impressed.
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