On the way home from Napa Christmas Eve morning Gracyn was complaining about being thirsty. I didn't have any water in the car so she keep saying "mommy, my tummy is telling me I'm thirsty, I need water!" Well, about 5 minutes later Michael pipes up, "Mommy my penis is telling me I need to go potty!" We pulled over.
Tonight, Lucy was in the bath and Michael was doing his business in the same bathroom. After a while he looked down between his legs and said "hey, there's a poo poo party!" Then he started singing Happy Birthday. Goofy little Michael!
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