Ever disagreeable about even making an attempt to use the potty, I sat with Miles joking and playing as he did his business. As he stood afterwards, I was honestly shocked at what this child — who had INSISTED that he hadn’t even needed to use the potty — had left sitting in the basin.
“Whoa-ho, Miles! That’s a big one!” I exclaimed with only a small degree of exaggeration. “And stinky!” As a callback to a recent conversation, I added, “That’s a planet poop!”
“No, that’s a Mickey poop!” he quickly corrected, pointing at the toilet. “Look! It’s got Mickey ears!”
And…yeah. It did.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 