Meet George
Warning: this post contains multiple references to poop. Non-parents, proceed with caution. Parents, read on; this is nothing new to you.
Everyone, say hi to George:
So, Clara may not have been the hardest child ever to fully potty train, but she's certainly up near the top. In a fit of desperation a few weeks ago, I promised her a fish just like her friend's if she would just poop in the toilet. Four-and-a-half years of changing poopy diapers will do that to you. She finally did it, and we are now completely pull-up free. And of course, she remembered that rash promise I made and has held me to it. Last night we made a trip to the pet store to pick up her new little friend. Today she informed me that she'll be getting a second fish next week. Um, no.
Unless we prove ourselves to be incompetent fish handlers. Which is quite possible. Then she just might get a second fish next week. Wish us all luck.
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