Little Bear half walked, half waddled over to me. “I need a poo”, he strained. I leapt into action and ushered him into the bathroom, pulled his shorts down, and then tentatively went for the pants…it can be hit or miss whether we make it on time.
All safe and half naked Little Bear jumped on the toilet to do his thing. “All done!”, he proclaimed and climbed down. Then, in true toddler fashion, he checked out what he “deposited”.
“Aah look, there’s a baby one, there’s a big mummy poo and it’s got a baby!”
It was send with such affection that it almost seemed a shame to flush this family unit away!