Pooping in America

Now I know that this is a tough subject for some people out there. Some people would have others believe that they do not go at all, or that the side effects are in some way different. We all go. Even famous people like the Queen of England and Darth Vader have to go. Granted, you and I have never gone on a solid gold throne, nor had our effects whisked away into the vacuum of space, but the process is more or less the same.
Training for this event, however, is a whole separate event from the previously covered topic of Making Pee-Pees in the Potty. The locale is the same. The processes are similar. But much like the shot put and the hundred meter high hurdles both take place at track meets, different types of training are required.
In the case of my daughter, Little Girl Morty, the training also involves stories. Not like bed time stories which generally are told to a youngster who is in the process of going to bed, but background stories, with personalities assigned, by her.
Some are mommies. Some are daddies. There are several smaller children. Some are scared to go under water. Some run and hide. Some of them, the type I like the least, don't want to leave home and just sort of hang around the exit.
Like a good movie, whose characters we've come to know and care about, there is always the sad farewell. We all have to say good-bye sometimes. Little Girl Morty has to say good-bye every time. The real silver lining is that eventually I will no longer have to hear these stories nor say good-bye to these precious little souls. Until then, I will sit at the ready, just glad that we made it in time because the only worse than saying good-bye is cleaning up after.