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It’s been two days since I took away Todd’s pooty rights. So far, he’s only wet his diaper, but I know he can’t hold out forever. This morning, I noticed he had been rubbing his tummy. I think I even heard it gurgling. “Awe, Todd. Are you hungry, baby?” I thought maybe feeding him would make him feel better. But instead, he shook his head with a worried look. “May I use the potty, Mommy?” He begged in a small voice.

“No, Sir! That’s what your diapers are for, remember? No more potty time. You’ll mess yourself like the baby you are.”

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