Warning: This post is only for those who have an appreciation of bathroom humor.
Yesterday morning at 5:51, my son called me to accompany him to the bathroom.
As he tinkled into the toilet, this conversation occurred:
Him: Is it going into the pot?
Me: Yes, it is, sweetie.
Him: Some people call a potty a pot.
Me: Yes, they do son. Yes, they do.
And thus began my Good Friday.
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