Reader Discretion Advised

This is a post about potty-training and bodily functions. You've been warned.

So Yatesy the Lesser is not interested in going in the toilet. What she is interested in is being naked. So she was naked the other day when Mollye noticed that Yates had placed her hand (with thumb extended) on her behind, as if she was holding something in.

Mollye: Yates, do you have to poop?

Yatesy (shaking her head vigorously): No, tee-tee.

Mollye: I'm not sure that's what's going on here.

At this point Mollye took action. She lifted up Yates and placed her on the toilet. Yates, with sheer panic in her eyes as the event took place, looked up at Mollye and screamed:

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!"

You're leaving infancy forever, Yates. Fare thee well.

This post was gross. I'm grossed out. Sorry.

out of the mouths of babes

I was doing some anecdotal assessments (that's biz talk) the other day and while I was talking to two of my precious little ESL second graders the following interaction occurred.

They were getting familiar with the counting blocks that they use during math. Essentially there these cubes you can stick together that help you learn to add and divide. One little boy had managed to come into a mighty inheritance of counting blocks - which he promptly created a four desk long cross with. He then calls me over to admire his handiwork:

Little boy: I made the place that God died.

Another little boy (head immediately shoots up with fat crocodile tears welling in his eyes):

GOD ISN'T DEAD!

Amen and Hallelujah!