She was being so quiet and so patient so I decided to reward her by purchasing a Melissa and Doug stamp set. My two year old and I were waiting in line at Nordstrom. I was the best pooper at disneyworld that day…and internally embarrassed and entertained at the same time. Well, I’m somewhat shameless, so I clean up and go wash my hands to find that I’m now getting the nods of approval from everyone in the can who heard the interchange. This of course led to chuckles from the long line of stalls populated by other fathers…The chuckles ended up turning into outright laughter…I was so proud of my pooping abilities. At this point the child starts saying in a voice that can only be described as booming „GOOD JOB DADDY! YOU’RE THE BEST POOPER I KNOW!“ I let the boy go first (he performed a nice quick dump complete with the customary „Good Job“ from me as we were still reinforcing the potty training mantras…) then I of course sit down and perform my own glorious #2 complete with a nice „squeaky door“ fart which had the offspring in hysterics. We head off to one of the main bathrooms right next to the castle. Of course after about an hour in the park, both I and the offspring have to go to the bathroom.
