This evening, as Chaim was playing on my bed, he pointed to his diaper and said "poop." I checked him out and he was clean. I asked him if he wanted to go on the toilet, and he said "yeah." Five minutes later, the dirty deed was done. We clapped and danced and told him what a big boy he was, but I think he was too stunned that something acually came out this time to notice. Eventually we got him to smile, though...
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