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And Then There Was That Time I Wrote About Poop

It’s Day 1 of potty training, 8:30 a.m.: “Ci,” I say. (It sounds like “Key,” but I never know how to write it: Key? Kee? “Hey kid?”) “Do you want to go pee on the potty?” “No.” “I know, but we’re going.”  (Cian sits on the potty. I sit on the floor. Precious minutes of our lives tick by.) “It’s naht woe-king.”  Day 1, 9:30 a.m. “Hey, Ci,” I say. “Do you need to go pee on the potty?”  “No.” “I know, but we’re going.” (Cian sits on the potty. I sit on the floor. I wonder what the rest of the world is doing right now.) “Mom. It’s naht woe-king.” Day 1, 10:30 a.m.: “Cian,” I say. “Do you need to go pee on the potty?” “No.” “I know, but we’re going.” (Cian sits on the potty. I sit on the floor after throwing out the soaked…