"I'm DOOOOO-ooooone!" the five-year-old calls from the bathroom.
I go in and she's cheerily singing a song Nick Jr's Moose sings between shows. I cannot help but clinically observe that she has taken a dump the size of Rhode Island. That kids as a matter of course pop out stool samples which would seem to have come from a professional linebacker never ceases to amaze.
"Oh, wait," she says, smiling up at me beatifically. "Was this the potty you said not to use because it was clogged?"