We had lunch at the Bojangle's with Dana. While I was munching away on a cajun fried breast, she started telling us about how her kid is finally catching on to potty training. While this was extremely good news, it wasn't quite what my stomach needed to hear. I realize that for the next few years, it will be impossible to avoid any table conversations that won't touch upon bodily functions.
If only kids could be born potty trained from the womb, we'd be better off. Why can't science work for me instead of the benefit of humanity.
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