Tonight, Troy broke a bowl while trying to help his mama load the dishwasher. Slipped out of his hand, and shattered, a simple accident. But I needed to keep him out of the glass while I cleaned it up, so I strapped him in his booster seat. I was nearly done with the sweeping when he started to fidget and try to get out of the seat. When I tried to explain to him that I needed him to wait a few more minutes until I could finish cleaning up the danger, he looked at me perfectly innocently and sweetly and said, “I have a pooper.”
It was crystal clear. Perfectly articulated. And he did in fact have a dirty diaper, so it conveyed the correct information as well. I can’t believe how quickly he’s picking up and spitting back out concepts and ideas. A child’s mind is truly a wonder. I also couldn't help but laugh that he called it a "pooper" just like we do.
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