After I posted about Eliza's "Oscar pooped!" game a couple of weeks ago, she pretty much ceased playing it, a quiet form of resistance to serving as fodder for my blog posts. Tonight, however, she was walking around the apartment after dinner with a piece of toilet paper in her hand, bending over and picking up imaginary objects from the ground, which she would then hold up and pronounce, "I got poop!"
Ha, ha, we chuckled to ourselves...parenting is all about teaching life skills, right?
A few minutes later, however, she actually held out for me a piece of toilet paper with a small piece of dog crap in it.
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