Jack: "Mommy, I have to go poop!"
Me: "Oh great! Let's get your little toilet seat on and sit you down."
Jack: "And I need a car to bring with me too."
Ten minutes later he is still sitting on the toilet making car noises and I am in the living room (he requests privacy most of the time).
Me: "How's everything coming along in there, Jack?"
Warren: "Jack is still pooping, mom, and I am just taking pictures of him."
Me: "Taking pictures? With what?"
Warren: "Your camera."
Jack: "I'm done! Warren, take a picture of it in the toilet!"
Me: Rushing to the bathroom to rescue my camera from taking an impending swim in murky water "That will not be necessary!"
Oh, Boys! What am I gonna with you, other than feed you insane amounts of chocolate for desert and then take pictures because you are so cute?
**sorry for the poor transition from poopy talk to chocolate, but that's just my reality folks!**
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