Here at the Wheeler household we've begun the unenviable task of potty-training. Since that moment, our conversations seldom progress beyond the topics of poopies and lollipops (the reward). I thought we'd share our most recent adventure in the treacherous realm between diapers and panties.
So last week I walked into our bedroom and was horrified to find Brooklyn standing buck naked, peering down at a chocolate brown poop on our beige carpet. Next to the poop was her baby doll, likewise having been stripped of any all raiment. Hearing my gasp (and impending scold), Brooklyn looks at me and explains that the baby doll did it.
I'd post a picture, but it wasn't pretty...
