Most of the time, I blame the children for the strange dinner conversation and why I seldom extend dinner invitations to those with whom I would like to continue to have a respectful rapport (refer to the Kids Say the Darndest column). However, I am the reason yesterday's misunderstanding.
All weekend we have been trying to convince Claire that having a BM in the toilet is a better option than doing it in her diaper -- better not just for those changing the diapers, but for her. So I was trying to show her that everyone else in the family does their business in the toilet. We were eating on our back porch at the picnic table.
Me: Who at this table poops?
Everyone raises their hands except Elliot; further, Elliot is gawking at us, disgusted.
Me: Elliot, you poop!
Elliot: Not at this table I don't!
I need to work on my sentence structure.
1 comment:
yikes!
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