So Mr Noah USED to take pride in, nay, even ENJOY denying that he
pooped his pants, err diaper. Well, I'm a very wise daddy, so I
figured out how to train him to tell us that he did! I taught him that
it was FUN to say "I pooped!" wise that is until we're in skyline
chili and he begins announcing it, escalating in volume really. Until
Andrea and I are in tears. So of course, that helped NONE at all.
Louder, LOUDer, LOUDER!! By the end everyone...and no one volunteered
to change it. Oh well. Stay tuned for our next edition of Note To
Self: Laughing Doesn't Exactly Discourage The Behavior You're Trying
To Curb.
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