We've been half-heartedly working on potty-training Elizabeth. If we see her "
Special Face", we pick her up and run (with arms outstretched) to the nearest potty. All of this potty-time has given Libby a new-found interest in the toilet. More specifically, it's given her an interest in what can fit into that tiny porcelain port-hole.
Pictures fit nicely. I guess she was mad about that
lame birthday cake we got her.
So does yogurt-esque, character-licensed tubes of fruit-flavored substance:
At least she hasn't learned how to flush any of this stuff down the toilet yet. Then again,
neither of the other kids have learned how to flush either.
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